“They may be doing that now. Who knows that I am safe?”
“We do. No one else.”
The rich man shot out of the cabin and away to the wireless cabin.
“Don’t know that I should have kept it from him so long,” Johnny thought. “But a shock now and then does us all good. It takes considerable of a shock to register with such a man.”
That the shock had indeed registered, he guessed rightly enough as he saw the short, stout man, a half hour later, pacing the deck. With hands behind his back and head bent far forward, he appeared deep in thought.
Suddenly something seemed to come over him. His head snapped up. He spun around, then walked straight to the side of Johnny Thompson.
“Why did you change your plans? Why are you headed for Canada?” he asked.
“You should know the reason.”
“Afraid of the Fruit Company’s embargo? You need not be. I am the Fruit Company. I—why, I’ll buy the cargo, buy it just as it stands right here in the Atlantic.”
“You mean it?” Johnny’s face was a study.