"No, if the worst comes to the worst I'll just jump overboard and get back here in a jiffy," Jay had said.
Accompanied by his chum, Jay started from his stateroom for the bridge, there to consult a moment with Captain Austin before leaving. On the way the two Brighton boys dropped in on Larry Seymour in the wireless room just to say "howdy."
"Good enough, fellows," said Larry, as the two Brighton boys stepped into the wireless station. "I've just been talking with a revenue cutter—the Marblehead. She's anchored for the night in a cove about five miles around the bend of the coast line from us."
"Fine!" exclaimed Jay, as he brought his fist down on the table. And then he added: "Tell him we might need his services around here pretty shortly and to keep a sharp ear out for us."
"I've already done that much," smiled back Larry, "and he's so inquisitive he wants to know what's up. But I've told him nothing more. He knows we are a salvage ship and that we are always likely to be mixing it up with some highway—I mean high sea—robber."
"Good work," answered Jay. "And now I'm off, fellows."
Jay ran off for a moment to speak to Captain Austin and then came back to the rail, where Dick and Larry awaited him.
"You all right, chum?" queried Dick anxiously.
"Never felt better in my life," the other answered. And then they shook hands all around.