CHAPTER VI—AN ATTACK ON THE HIGH SEAS
Mr. manager frowningshield took up the copy of the Sphere in his hand, and gazed with troubled brow at this conclusive evidence of the date.
“Yes,” he said at last, “he was in England a week later than we were, and must have come direct to this spot, passing us somewhere on the way; during the night, probably.”
The captain was now standing up, his fists clenched.
“What do you propose to do?” inquired the manager.