"Find out if there's a landing near this point, Pardo," said Grattan.
Pardo stepped out of the room and could be heard talking with the man at the steering wheel.
"No," he reported, coming back, "there's no safe landing for the Iris anywhere near here."
"Then put over the tender," ordered Grattan; "Motor Matt and his friend are going ashore."
[CHAPTER XIV.]
LANDED—AND STUNG.
Pardo left the saloon to give the necessary orders to the man outside. There was a splash in the water as the tender was put over, and the Iris slowed until she had no more than steerage way.
"Get into your clothes, McGlory," said Grattan to the cowboy. "I'm about ready to send you ashore."
"The quicker the better!" exclaimed McGlory wrathfully. "We don't want to lose a minute getting to some place where we can send the officers after you."