“Seems a shame,” commented Tom.
Jack and Ned stared at him.
“Yes, and it would have been a shame if Herrera had sent the Sea King to the bottom, as he fully intended to do,” indignantly exclaimed the latter. “I don’t see where he comes in to be entitled to any more consideration than a rattlesnake.”
“No more do I,” assented Jack. “Come on, let’s find the wireless room of this craft and get busy with it.”
It took but a few minutes to locate the wireless room of the speedy gunboat. It took still less time for Jack to sever the wires and render the condensers and helix useless.
“There,” he said, with a deep breath, as he concluded his task, “I guess it will be quite a while before any messages can be flashed from this craft.”
“Unless they have extra apparatus on board,” came from Tom.
“Gee whiz! That didn’t occur to me. Wonder if they have?”
“Well, we can’t waste time looking for it,” struck in Ned. “You said the effects of that gas would wear off in about an hour, didn’t you. Jack?”
“Yes.”