Jim made no further comment, but he was evidently thinking deeply.
“The next thing to do,” began Jim, when the meal had been served and the waiter gone to attend to other duties, “is to see if we can get a ship—”
“And follow them,” put in the engineer.
“I’d like to get there ahead of them if we could.”
“If we only knew where the place was.”
“Oh, I know that,” said Jim quietly.
“You do!” exclaimed the engineer in astonishment. “Where is it?”
“San Matteo Bay—”
“San Matteo. Where is that?”