Herc drew Ned into a quiet niche—a hard place to find on the busy, crowded fore deck of the man-o'-war—and in whispers told him of the conversation he had overheard.
"Ought we to tell the captain?" he concluded.
Ned hesitated.
"I don't think so. Not yet, at any rate," he decided after an interval of thought. "We shall have shore leave at Guantanamo, I understand, and we will employ it by keeping close on the track of those two fellows. Neither of them imagine we know their plans, so that we have that advantage, and we may be able to do something that will bring us really in the line for promotion. I wonder how Kennell got into it, though?"
"I suppose the fact that he was familiar with the Varian gun, from his detail in the fore turret, had something to do with their bribing him," suggested Herc. "However, we may be on the eve of finding out."
Destiny was holding big things in reserve for the Dreadnought Boys.