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"I'm a pretty good marksman, but I can't do anything when I have this broken arm." "Let Jerry try," suggested Ned. "He's the best shot of us three." "Oh, I don't know," spoke Jerry modestly, but Mr. De Vere handed him the rifle. "We have no time to lose," he said. "Blowitz may be here at any hour, and, as he said, possession is nine points of the law. I want to get aboard."
Instead of continuing on their course toward it they were now coming full speed after the Ripper, the tug being steered to cross her bows. Probably Blowitz took it for granted that De Vere had the papers and gold. "They're after us!" cried Jerry. "Yes, but they've got to catch us!" declared Bob.
But I'd like to have a talk with you boys, when you are at liberty," added Mr. Blowitz, quickly. "I have a proposition to make to you. I think you will be interested." "Please put us ashore first, before you talk business," begged Olivia. "It is long past noon, and I'm afraid my father will be worried about us." "We'll land at the dock in ten minutes," said Mr. Blowitz.
But you must start as soon as possible to-morrow." "Come in here," called Jerry to his chums, entering the small cabin, where the three girls had already gone as they did not wish to seem to listen to the talk between Blowitz and the boys. Jerry closed the sliding doors, and, by the light of a small lantern which hung from the cabin ceiling, looked at his companions.
Sorry I can't keep you company." Blowitz waved his hand, as though in friendly farewell, but Mr. De Vere turned aside, refusing to notice him, for the scoundrel had greatly wronged him, and was now adding insult to injury. There was a ringing of bells on the tug, and the powerful vessel forged ahead, leaving the Ripper astern. "Shall we speed up?" asked Jerry.
"It's my ship!" suddenly cried Mr. De Vere, after a lengthy observation through the binoculars. "I can make out her name. It's the Rockhaven! Hurrah, boys! We have found her at last!" "And Blowitz and his tug are nowhere in sight!" cried Ned. "We have beaten him!" "Indeed we have," went on Mr. De Vere. "Now, Ned, see how soon you can put us alongside."
It is rather a queer proposition " "Oh, of course, I don't want to hurry you into it," declared Mr. Blowitz, in rather a nervous manner. "Of course I could get some other boat and a regular crew, but I saw you boys, and I took a liking to you. I thought you might like to earn some money and, if you have good luck, it oughtn't to be hard work."
"The whole affair is rather mysterious, and I am seeking information about the fate of the ship as much as anything else." "I would like to ask you one question," said Professor Snodgrass, who had been more interested in the antics of a small bug, walking on the table, than he was in his chocolate. "What is it?" inquired Mr. Blowitz.
"What are you going to do?" "I'm going to ask Blowitz what he means by following me; and whether he is trying to find the derelict that belongs to me." Jerry assisted Mr. De Vere out on the small deck in front of the cabin. By this time the Monarch was within hailing distance, those in charge of her evidently having decided to give up trying to remain in the rear.
Blowitz told, while the man's manner did not favorably impress him. "Oh, that," and Mr. Blowitz glanced sharply at Jerry, and then resumed his rowing toward shore. The fog had lifted a bit, and the beach could be made out. "Well, that was rather queer," admitted the man, slowly, as if searching about for a good answer. "You see I didn't know the fishing captain had seen the derelict.
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