"Big John has already had a chance at him," suggested Kinky.
"Will Big John do anythin' to even up with Motor Matt for the way we was treated in 'Frisco Bay?" flung back Ross. "Don't you never think it, Kinky. If Big John gets the money, he'll turn the cub loose to make some more trouble for us. I'm built along different lines, myself. I want revenge, with a big R. That's me."
"Oh, slush!" grumbled Kinky. "You ought to have left more of that stuff in the bottle. Your brain work's anythin' but brilliant."
"I mean what I say, anyhow," rapped out Ross.
Picking up the lantern, he went forward, crawled over the hood, and made a close examination of the forward part of the boat.
"Thunder!" he exclaimed.
"What've you found?" demanded Kinky.
"What was the name of that chug-boat the Chink won in 'Frisco, and that Motor Matt used in windin' us up?"
"Sprite."