“This is queer,” he exclaimed. “She seems to be afraid of us.”
“Perhaps she thinks we are some sort of an American war cruiser,” ventured Stanhope.
Frank saw the truth at once.
“Correct!” he cried. “Then our only way it to get within hailing distance.”
For miles the chase went on. The cutter spread every inch of canvas, but the Dolphin overhauled her.
When not one hundred yards astern of the big ship Frank mounted the forward and highest deck.
He had a speaking trumpet, and shouted:
“Ship ahoy! What ship is that?”
The captain evidently saw that to attempt to run away from the fleet Dolphin was sheer folly.
The rigging was crowded with sailors. These began to reef and haul, and the ship came around to her helm.