“I’ll do it.” She put out a hand and, solemnly, they “shook” on it.
Ten minutes later Johnny was alone with his thoughts, and the night. They were long, long thoughts. He was working out a theory about the messages of the Green Arrow, and the whisperings beneath the sea.
One question brought him up with a start. If these people were foreign spies—why did they speak in English? For a time, this was a poser. But then the answer came, and he threw back his head and laughed! Foreign spies, sent to America would be required to speak English! If they were keeping in touch with some of their own people by short-wave—of course they would speak English! Otherwise, anyone listening-in on their messages, would instantly suspect them.
That the messages of the green arrow also were in English, was not so easy to explain. “Perhaps talking and sending messages in English, has become force of habit with them,” he told himself.
The night was long, too, and he was tired. He rejoiced when the first flush of dawn told him a new day was here.
Dave came on deck early. “We’ll be getting out of here at eight,” he said. “I guess you know that I’m taking Mildred down below, today. It’ll be interesting to see how a girl reacts to all that strange environment. She seems a bit timid. But she asked for it. So—”
“There’s someone I’d like to take down,” Johnny said, suddenly.
“Who?” Dave questioned.
“Old Samatan.”
“In the name of goodness!” Dave exclaimed. “Why?”