"Some day, then, if you please, when I have more leisure than I have now,"
Jack retorted, dryly. "This man is all yours, corporal."
Truax was foolish enough to try to hang back on his conductors. A slight
jab through the clothing from one of the marines' bayonets caused the
prisoner to stop that trick. He was taken on deck and over the side.
"Coxswain, return for me after you've taken the prisoner to the 'Hudson,'"
directed Mr. Mayhew. "Now, Mr. Benson, I would like to see what has been
done to your engines."
"That's just what I want to know, too," responded Jack.
They found Hal and Williamson hard at work, inspecting the motors.
"The ignition power was lowered, and that may have been the most that the
fellow did," said Hal. "Yet, at the same time, before putting these
engines to any severe test, I believe they ought to be cooled and looked
over."
Lieutenant Commander Mayhew frowned.
"These delays eat up our practice cruise time a whole lot," he grumbled.
"I'll put the engines through their paces, and chance mischief having been
done to them, if you wish, sir."
"No; that won't do either, Mr. Hastings," replied the naval officer.
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