“Meantime,” continued Jim, “I will go up the bay and look over anything in the harbor. That will puzzle Manuel if he is after me.”
They separated, and the engineer sprang into a passing street car, and with a “so long, Jim,” disappeared. Jim reached the wharves through another street, secured a rowboat and started on his quest, which occupied his time for several hours.
It was a little after the appointed time when Jim arrived at the designated meeting place coming from across the bay in his boat.
“Call this five o’clock?” grumbled the engineer, when he joined him a moment later. “I was beginning to think that gorilla Broome had gobbled you at last. I have been hanging around for the last hour waiting for you. Well, what luck?”
“Found some makeshifts, but not just what I want. How was it with you?”
“Failed entirely.”
“Well, get into the boat,” directed Jim, “and we will talk things over as we go along.”
“Where are you going now?”
“Out to take a look for the Sea Eagle, and see if she is still there.”
“You haven’t told me what you found,” persisted Berwick.