Tom Halstead’s face showed his instant uneasiness.
“If that turns out to be the case, sir,” he whispered, “you’ve lost your last chance to stop Anson Dalton. He goes to Brazil with all the papers for locating the diamond mine, and you and your syndicate friends lose the whole big game!”
CHAPTER XII
THE SEARCHLIGHT FINDS A “DOUBLE”
Yet, though his confidence in success had received a severe jolt, Captain Tom reached out for the megaphone.
“Run in straight and close, Hank,” he ordered. “I want every possible second of conversation before that drab boat gets within talking distance of the ‘Fulton.’”
The “Restless” and the freighter were now within a mile of each other, and almost head-on. The drab boat, about two miles away, had altered its course so as to pick up the freighter at a more southerly point.
“Run to your table, Joe,” commanded the young skipper, “and notify the ‘Fulton’ that we are going to hail her for a brief pow-wow.”