“Count on me, Commodore,” he said, briskly. “Where’s that coffeepot right now? I’ll do my duty to the letter. Why, it’s a pleasure to look after the wants of a hungry fellow. It gives me something of an appetite just to think of the work I’ve got cut out for me.”
Jack put Nick and Joe out of his mind, after trying to get a little information from the latter, with regard to the character of the place where the Flash had been wrecked, and the two hard looking customers were supposed to be still stopping.
They went aboard the Comfort. Jack himself decided to run the boat, with the assistance of Herb and George. Above all things, silence was of more value to them just then than speed, if they hoped to steal up on the captors of Clarence without being detected.
“Good luck!” called Nick, as the broad beamed motor boat started quietly away.
[CHAPTER XXIII]
HOMEWARD BOUND
“Look! isn’t that a fire over there?” asked sharp-eyed George, as he gripped Jack’s arm suddenly.
They had been moving cautiously along for the better part of an hour, striving in every way possible to avoid any drumming sound, such as nearly always betrays the presence of a motor boat near by.