“But suppose the admiral held a written agreement signed by the Chinese highest authority, the Wai-Wu-Pu, turning over the ships to the protection of the United States?” Impey asked.
“But where is this agreement?” Phil exclaimed incredulously.
“In my pocket,” Impey returned, smiling at the surprise on the lads’ faces.
“That would clear the admiral in so far as China was concerned,” Phil exclaimed, “but he would want direct authority, signed by the Secretary of the Navy, for such an important step.”
Impey shrugged his shoulders and gazed upon the midshipman pityingly.
“Your admiral of course must make his own choice of action, but I believe he would consider our news sufficient warrant to act,” he replied, rising to his feet and holding out his hand in farewell.
The lads a half hour before would have purposely failed to see the friendly advance of one they had decided was their enemy, but now they grasped him by the arms and insisted upon a further explanation.
“It is not likely the Japanese authorities would allow the ‘Sylvia’ to sail?” Phil questioned eagerly. “They are probably now watching all who go on board.”
“There’s your opportunity,” Impey replied forcefully. “You are naval men, and have been educated to run risks. I offer you the yacht, and point out the only way to checkmate Captain Inaba’s move.”
“What will you do?” Phil asked eagerly.