“No, I suppose that we have done all that we can.”
“But not all that we are going to do!” snapped Jim. “I’ll find some way of squaring our accounts.
“Hallo!” he cried in an undertone a moment later. “Now what do you think of that?”
“What is it?” asked Berwick in alarm.
“Look there on the wharf.”
“By the beard of Neptune! You’re right!” exclaimed Berwick, dropping his oars in his surprise, and nearly capsizing the boat as he grabbed for one.
“Easy there, old fellow,” cautioned Jim, “remember I haven’t got my bathing suit on.”
“What in the name of all that is wonderful is he doing there?”
“Looks as if he was taking a nap,” said Jim. “Sh! Don’t wake him!” as Berwick with his hand to his mouth was about to call. “We’ll crawl up on him and take him by surprise.”
“Make him think old Broome has got him,” chuckled the engineer.