“I’ll bet it is something to do with that police business,” he thought to himself uneasily as he quickened his steps.
The captain was seated at his desk writing, when Ned entered and stood bareheaded and upright, respectfully waiting till the captain addressed him. At last Commander Dunham looked up from his desk.
“Well, you got them all, I hear, Strong.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent work. Any trouble?”
“Nothing to speak of, sir.”
The captain smiled.
“You hardly do yourself justice, Strong. A wireless from the shore has just been placed in my hands highly commending your work. Incidentally, there was a reward of three hundred dollars for the capture of that tea smuggler you trapped on the roof.”
“Three hundred dollars, sir!”
Ned could hardly believe his ears.