“Well,” and Mr. Potter nodded understandingly.
“Well, this man—he’s Jenks, one of the oilers, sir—he said he wouldn’t lay off, and make the crew short-handed, as long as he could stick it out. So that’s how it is, sir. The men want to capture the boat the worst way, sir, and save the boy.”
“I see,” murmured the millionaire. “I won’t forget Jenks.”
“And I won’t, either,” decided Larry, making a note of the occurrence, to work into the story of the chase which he intended writing for his paper.
So the Elizabeth was run at half speed, while the lookout was still kept up for the suspicious craft of which they were in pursuit.
The day wore on. It was about three o’clock, when one of the men stationed in the bow raised a cry:
“Motorboat ahoy!”
“Where?” demanded Mr. Potter, running forward with Larry.
They looked to where he pointed, and saw a craft, of about half the size of the Elizabeth, plowing through the waves. Larry brought a glass to bear.