"Toward us."
"Then probably she's some Costa Rica fruiter."
Matt went on with his eating. Dick was below, standing his trick at the motor in order to give Gaines a chance to eat and rest.
"We're going back to Belize," said Gaines humbly, "and I feel like a criminal, caught and carried back to jail."
"Why so?" inquired Matt.
"Why, because Speake, Clackett and I got the Grampus into that mess of trouble. She's had more narrow escapes this trip than she ever had since she was launched—and when we listened to the don you'd have thought we were off on a little pleasure excursion."
"I feel mighty tough myself," put in Speake.
"So do I," cried Clackett from the conning tower.
A little of the conversation had drifted up to him—enough so that he could catch the prevailing sentiment of the remarks.
"Don't fret about what you can't help, men," said Matt.