This is merely asking you for an
accommodation on your part. You are after the Ramona, as I
understand it, and so am I. I merely ask to be allowed to go along
and help you find her. Once I get aboard I shall put under arrest
all the mutineers. And you will be with your people."
"Oh, if we ever are again!"
"Which way was she headed when you last had information?" asked
Walter.
"Southeast," was the reply, "and she isn't far ahead of us now. By
crowding on speed we can overtake her by morning."
"Hear that, Joe?" cried Jack. "Do your best now!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" was the reply.
"Have you gasoline for a long run?" asked the lieutenant.
"Yes," Jack answered. "We filled the tanks at St. Kitts. But won't
you come below, and we'll arrange for your comfort."
"And do let me make you a cup of tea!" begged Cora. "I know you
Englishmen are so fond of it--"
"Well, we get rather out of the habitat sea," was the reply, "but I
should be glad of some--if it isn't too much trouble."
Through the gathering dusk, the advent of which was hastened by the
coming storm, the Tartar heaved her way over the tumbling waters.
Night came, and still the storm did not break. The lieutenant
proved a good seaman, and, under his direction the motor boat kept on
through the hours of darkness. The motor girls did not rest much,
nor did Walter or Jack.
As morning came, the storm broke in all its fury--being little short,
in violence, of a West Indian hurricane.
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