“And that’s so, too,” said the mate, advancing and backing up his captain’s declaration.
“No, sirree!” Captain Parks stated. “That’s not the yacht property. It hasn’t any marks on it at all.”
“Maybe it’s the one off the hydroplane,” Larry was dejected, but not convinced that the life preserver was a strange one to all.
“Not that!” the mate declared. “It’ud be marked Scorpion. No, Mr. Everdail, this is no life preserver we’ve ever seen before.”
“Well, anyhow, I’m going to cut into it.”
“Please, sir, do that!” urged Sandy. “I can be sure it’s the one we found in the airplane fuselage, anyhow—I remember that little rusty stain in the cover.”
“Cut,” said Jeff, “but something tells me you’ll waste time.”
Sandy, Larry and Dick shook their heads, looking hopeful.
But Jeff was right!