“I just saw that name in time,” went on Cora’s brother. “Otherwise it would have been all up with us.”
“But what about Denny?” asked Ed. “How are we going to save him if we land at Buler’s, and let these fellows go on?”
“I’ve thought of that,” answered Jack. “We’ll have to get another boat, if we can, and go to Denny’s cabin in her. The Dixie is no good. Oh, excuse me!” he said quickly to Dray. “I didn’t mean that—exactly.”
“It’s all right, old man, the Dixie is certainly no good to-night. Say all you please about her, you can’t hurt my feelings.”
“If only the Reliance is at Buler’s we can get her and go to the cabin flying,” went on Jack. “If not, we’ll do the best we can. Maybe Denny can stand them off until we arrive.”
“Say, what’s the matter with up and telling these fellows we know who they are, and who we are,” suggested Walter. “We can tell them we know what they’re up to, and threaten them. Won’t that stop them from bothering Denny—at least to-night?”
“Not a bit of it,” returned Jack, quickly. “Do you know what they’d do as soon as they found out who we were?”
“What?” asked Ed.
“They’d know at once we were working against them, and they’d cut us adrift. Then we would be out of it. And I haven’t any desire,” added Jack, with a shrug of his shoulders, “to go out to sea again.”
“We land at Buler’s,” said Walter, decidedly.