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"Probably getting some more information about the brig Rockhaven," suggested Ned. "Maybe that's a seaman who has some news of her." By this time the motor boat was quite close to the two men, who, however, did not seem to notice the Ripper. There was no question about the identity of Mr. Blowitz. The other man was a stranger to the boys and girls.
"Don't let a sea serpent catch you," cautioned Olivia, as she waved her hand. Jerry threw on the switch, Ned turned the fly wheel over, there was a throbbing of the cylinders, and the Ripper was off on her long cruise after the derelict brig. "WELL, now that we're under way," said Jerry, who had assumed charge of the engine, "in which direction do you propose going, Mr. De Vere?
"Helen," he exclaimed for the tenth time, "I don't believe it's true. Williams is going to dig his heel into me and tell me I'm snoring. I always do when I dream." "And you don't like dreaming?" she asked slyly. "As a dream," he corrected, "it's a ripper. At the same time I'd like to have some help to realise it. How did you manage it?
"Wait until I take a look outside," said Jerry, dressing as best he could while swaying to and fro with the motion of the Ripper. "Here! Quit your fooling!" suddenly exclaimed Bob, as he rolled from his bunk, and barely saved himself from a bad shock by landing on his hands and feet in a crouching attitude, as does a cat. "What did you do that for?"
But though this hatred that they felt for us is bigger than they felt for Bonaparte, and more plain and practical than they would feel for Jack the Ripper, yet it is not we whom the people of this place hate most."
He becomes a sort of Jack the Ripper at the opera. People tell us that we should not blame cats for this sort of thing that it is their nature and so forth. They even suggest that a cat is no more cruel in eating robin than we are cruel ourselves in eating chicken. This seems to me to be quibbling. In the first place, there is an immense difference between a robin and a chicken.
That something of this nature had happened was evident a few minutes later, for the Monarch had to slow up, and the Ripper was soon so far in advance that to catch up with her was out of the question. "I guess the chase is over," announced Mr. De Vere. "I think they've had an accident. Still Blowitz will not give up. I must expect a legal battle over this matter when I get ashore.
She's a great chum of mine, and her being an old pal of Sir Lionel's too, meant a lot for me in the beginning. She's a ripper, and stanch as they make 'em but they don't make 'em perfectly stanch where other women are concerned. And as long as you and I hunt in couples she shan't have a suspicion." "You'd tell her, if I refused to hunt in that way?" I asked.
The steersman, who could manage the boat from the engine cockpit, as well as from the bow, further slowed down the motor, until the Ripper was barely moving through the water. Suddenly there was a grinding sound, the boat heeled over to one side, and came to a stop. "The rocks!" cried Rose. "We're on the rocks!" "Reverse!" yelled Ned, and Jerry did so, as quick as a flash, but it was too late.
That he might make his appearance before his mistress in the true style of a cavalier, he borrowed a horse from the farmer with whom he was domiciliated, a choleric old Dutchman of the name of Hans Van Ripper, and, thus gallantly mounted, issued forth like a knight-errant in quest of adventures.
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