"We have him on the run," said McGregor the next morning at breakfast. "I suggest a round-robin letter to the young lady. How would this suit?" He hauled a letter from his pocket and handed it to Frank, who read it while a smile stole over his face.
"Will she take it all right, do you think?" said Frank as he handed the letter back to the conspirator.
"Sure thing. The Codfish cuts no figure now since she's had a taste of bigger game. I'll write it out and get everyone to sign it."
"Go to it," said Frank. "We must save our little Codfish."
That afternoon while Miss Hasbrouck was curled up in her deck chair with the Codfish in attendance, a deck steward handed a letter to her. A long list of signatures followed.
"A wireless?" inquired the Codfish, much interested.
"Too funny for anything," said the girl. "I wonder if I had better let you read it? It concerns you."
"Me?" said the Codfish in astonishment, reaching out for the letter.
"Promise not to get mad if I let you see it?"
"Cross my heart, hope to die if I do."