“It’s all right, I guess,” came from Tom Halstead, a few moments later.
For the man who had been at the “Buzzard’s” helm had darted swiftly aft, leaped upon Oliver Dixon from behind, and borne him to the deck.
Just an instant later a glistening object was seen to whirl through the air and drop into the sea.
“It’s all right, now,” called Captain Tom Halstead. “They’re fighting all over the deck, but Dixon is no match for the other fellow.”
The “Restless” continued to cover the intervening distance at good speed. After a while the “Buzzard’s” helmsman was seen to yank Oliver Dixon to his feet and thrust him down, the companionway into the cabin.
“You take the wheel, now, Jeff,” directed Halstead, reaching out for the megaphone.
In a few minutes they were running alongside the other craft.
“‘Buzzard,’ ahoy!” hailed Tom Halstead.
“‘Restless,’ ahoy!” came the answer after some hesitation on the part of the “Buzzard.” “Have you been pursuing us?”
“Think of something else to ask,” retorted Skipper Tom, sarcastically.