“Not unless he thinks we really need to know.”
“But he has already hinted that it’s all in a big fight for a fortune,” urged Hank.
“Yes, and we can guess that the fight centers in South America, since that is where Clodis was bound for when this business started,” replied Skipper Tom.
“I wonder if there’s any chance that our cruise will reach to South America?” broke in Hank Butts, eagerly.
“Hardly likely,” replied Tom, with a shake of the head. “If there had been even a chance of that, Mr. Seaton would have arranged for an option extending beyond the end of this month.”
“Just my luck,” grumbled Hank, seating 90 himself on the edge of the deck-house. “Nothing big ever happens to me.”
“Say, you’re hard to please,” laughed Joe, turning and going down into the motor room.
They were not long in making Lonely Island, where the “Restless” was tied up and the hatchways locked securely. The boys were not required to remain at the boat, one of the guards being stationed, night or day, at the wharf.
Powell Seaton was much interested in the account Tom gave him of the red message, though he did not say much.
There was no change or improvement in the condition of Mr. Clodis, who still lay in a darkened room, like one dead.