"Mr. Perkins, what sort of weather do you think lies ahead of us?"
Ab halted, looking all about him, then peering out for some moments past the bow of the "Panther."
"I think, sir," came the first officer's report, at last, "we're heading back towards another real old San Francisco fog."
"I surrender, then," nodded Dick Davis.
"We'll be in it by noon, or before," Tom Halstead predicted.
"And then, the folks on that craft yonder have it all figured out to give us the slip, sure and easy this time," muttered Ab, as he climbed the steps to the bridge.
Out of the owner's quarters stepped Joseph Baldwin and came forward, stretching and inhaling deeply the outdoor air. Captain Tom Halstead stepped down from the bridge to meet him.
"Haven't the other crowd changed their course a bit?" asked Mr. Baldwin.
Halstead explained the new move on the part of the navigator of the "Victor."
"Going to try to lose us, are they?" chuckled Baldwin. "If they do, Captain, they are clever people. If they can get away from you I'm positive it won't be your fault."