"Thunder heads. We are in for a bad storm, or I miss my guess," said Ned, in the same quiet tones.
"Hark at the scare-cat!" chuckled Kenworth. "Say, Ned Strong, for a braggart upstart you show the white feather mighty soon."
"If only you were concerned," retorted Ned, "I shouldn't care what became of this craft or those in it. But I'd hate to be drowned, when some day I confidently expect to be the means of bringing you two traitors to justice."
It was perhaps an unwise speech, but Ned was mad clear through. Kenworth looked at him keenly.
"So that's your little plan, eh?" he asked. "Well, I guess we know ways to checkmate that, Saki."
"Undoubtedly," responded the Jap, gravely nodding his head.
"That's all I have to say," said Ned; "go ahead and work out your own salvation. I've warned you."
"I always knew you were a coward at bottom, Strong," scoffed Kenworth, "and now I'm going to give you a cruise that will take the starch out of you for the rest of your life."
He touched the control, which was on the steering wheel like that of an automobile. The craft leaped forward like a flying fish. The spray flew high on either bow. Kenworth, a wicked gleam in his eyes, headed straight up the Sound.