"Now what?" he demanded.
His own temper was beginning to rise at the rough, and perhaps unnecessary, work he had been made to do.
Ross had again switched off the power of the motor and the launch was rolling in the waves.
"Wait, and I'll tell you," answered Ross.
He was lashing the steering wheel with a piece of rope. Kinky could not see what he was doing, or he would probably have ventured some remarks. Matt, however, was able to follow the scoundrel's movements, and a vague alarm ran through him.
"What are you up to, Ross?" asked Matt sternly.
Ross snarled at him, but did not make any response that could be understood.
"I suppose you could get at this wheel, bound as you are," muttered Ross, turning around, at last, and facing Matt. "But I'll fix that," he added with a brutal laugh.
Making his way to where Matt was lying, he caught him by the shoulders and dragged him roughly forward.
"What are you doing this for?" demanded Matt.