“We can’t leave Judson out here even if he is a double-dyed-in-the-wool traitor,” he announced.
When the launch was brought within plain view it was seen that Greene had tacked, and it was evident he wished to regain the torpedo boat.
It did not take long to bring him alongside. He glanced sheepishly at the occupants of the deck when he finally crawled aboard.
The engines had been stopped and the four cadets were prepared to meet him.
Clif had his blouse off and his sleeves rolled up. Stepping forward, he said, peremptorily:
“Shed that blouse of yours, Greene.”
“What for?” demanded Judson, in evident alarm.
“You’ve got to whip me or take the worst hiding you ever received. Off with it. I’ll sail in, in about five seconds.”
“But——”