"
Captain Jack's voice was cooler, steadier, now. The first great strain
had subsided. He was cool, tense, now--though not a whit less
determined to win at all hazards.
As there was still some time to spare, and Eph could handle the
"Hastings" as well as any other helmsman on earth, Jack stepped back to
the conning tower.
Lieutenant Danvers was there, though with his gaze astern.
"I can just picture old Rhinds," laughed Captain Jack, a bit harshly.
"He's saying hard things about us, for cutting in on his course and
getting the derelict away from him."
Danvers laughed.
"The old fellow is swearing a blue streak, and threatening himself with
an apoplectic stroke every instant."
"You don't seem to love Mr. Rhinds very noticeably," grimaced the naval
officer.
"If I don't," voiced Jack, "neither do any of our crowd. And the reason
is more than mere business rivalry, too."
Lieutenant Danvers knew nothing whatever of the dastardly attempts
against the Pollard crowd that Rhinds and Radwin had engineered.
It was not a time, however, in which to waste precious moments looking
back at the more tardy rival boat.
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