Obadiah Ironsides smiled slightly at the lad's impetuous way of putting it.
"But how are you to get there till the Sea Ranger is repaired?" he asked.
"That's just it," muttered Tom disconsolately, "Two days of delay, and who knows what may happen in that time? It's really mortifying. But I suppose there's no help for it. That is, unless there is some fast craft we could charter right here at Brownhaven."
"I think there is one," said Obadiah quietly.
"There is one?"
"Yes."
"Where is it? I'd like to——"
The inventor held up a hand. Tom had started to his feet.
"No need to look very far for that craft," said Obadiah smiling.
"I don't quite understand——"