"How would throwing me overboard help him any?"
"If he had put you out of the way, you wouldn't have been able to use the knowledge you had acquired from that telegram."
"But there was Dick and Carl. They knew about the message as well as I did."
"Then Sixty would have taken care of them, too."
"What a murderous scoundrel he is!" muttered Matt with a shudder.
"He's all of that and——"
The words died on the captain's lips and, for a moment, he held the glasses rigidly on some object at a distance.
"What is it, captain?" cried Matt, leaping up and straining his eyes, but without being able to see anything.
"Perhaps nothing," answered Nemo, Jr., "I can't tell. But we'll give it the benefit of the doubt and go over that way."
Dropping a hand at his side he pressed a push button which had a wire communicating with the engine room. The signal he gave sent the Grampus on another tack. As she rushed onward the object that had claimed the captain's attention grew slowly on Matt's eyes.