“Cracky, Whistler!” observed Al Torrance to his chum, “there are girls come aboard the old destroyer. What do you know about that?”
“Well, the Old Man couldn’t very well leave them to drown, could he?” responded Morgan gravely.
“Spanish girls, too. One is a beauty; but the other is too fat,” said Frenchy who claimed to be a connoisseur regarding girls and their looks.
“Hold him, fellows! Hold him!” advised Ikey, sepulchrally. “He’ll be off again, look out!”
“Aw, you——”
“Don’t forget how he fell for that Flora girl when we were back there in England.”
“Shucks!” said Belding laughing. “Flora was the goddess of flowers.”
“Ah,” said Ikey, shaking his head, “you don’t know Mike Donahue. He’ll call this Spanish girl a goddess, yet. You just see.”
The Colodia, however, was driven at top speed for the nearest port, there to be relieved of the shipwrecked company from the Argentine steamship. So the susceptible Frenchy was soon out of all possible danger.
There was a keen desire, on the part of both the destroyer’s crew and officers, to overtake the craft that had brought the Que Vida to her tragic end.