“It might have been safer to telegraph, booking two berths. These little boats don’t often miss a chance of picking up a few dollars, and the skipper would have waited.”
“I thought about that; but the telegram would have shown what we were after if Kenwardine has bribed somebody in the office, which is possible.”
“You seem convinced he has had an important part in these attacks on merchant ships,” Jake said thoughtfully.
“It’s hard to doubt.”
“The man’s by way of being a friend of mine and took you into his house when you were in some danger of bleeding to death. I’m not sure that he’s guilty, and now I’ve come with you, am going to see he gets fair play; but if you can prove your charge, you may do what you like with him. I think we’ll let it go at that.”
Dick nodded. “In the first place, we must make our port, and it’s lucky we’ll have smooth water until the sea breeze gets up.”
Telling the fireman he could go to sleep, he moved about the engine with an oilcan and afterwards cleaned the fire. Then he lay on the counter with his hand on the helm while the launch sped across the glassy sea, leaving a long wake astern. The high coast ahead got clearer, but after a time dark-blue lines began to streak the glistening water and puffs of wind fanned the men’s faces. The puffs were gratefully fresh and the heat felt intolerable when they passed, but by and by they settled into a steady draught and the dark lines joined, until the sea was all a glowing ultramarine. Then small ripples splashed about the launch and Dick glanced ahead.
“She’s steaming well,” he said as he listened to the steady snort of the exhaust and humming of the cranks. “It’s lucky, because there’s some weight in the wind.”
Some hours later, when the sea was flecked with white, they closed with a strip of gray-green forest that seemed to run out into the water. The launch rolled and lurched as the foam-tipped combers hove her up and the awning flapped savagely in the whistling breeze. Away on the horizon, there was a dingy trail of smoke. Presently Jake stood up on deck, and watched the masts that rose above the fringe of trees.
“There’s a black-top funnel like the Danish boat’s, and a flag with red and white on it, but it’s hanging limp. They don’t feel the breeze inside.”