“Le Destructeur,”
and after it was the word “Havre.”
“That settles the nationality,” said Clif.
He peered about the apartments, but nowhere could he see a man or anything resembling a man. The voice had surely come from this part of the ship.
“Hello! hello!” called out Joy, stamping his foot. “Qui, qui, monseer, avec vous in here anywhere?”
Clif was compelled to smile at the lanky cadet’s attempt at French. He had studied it at home himself sufficiently to read and understand, but he could not speak it correctly.
“This is certainly strange,” he said, poking behind the chests. “Where in the deuce is the fellow?”
“Maybe he in fire-room,” suggested Trolley.
“That’s so. Let me see, the only way to get in there is by way of the hatch on deck. We’ll try it.”