“Rather. A new machinist, taken aboard just before we sailed from
Dunhaven. The same fellow who must have played the trick on the
’Pollard’s’ engines yesterday,” Benson replied.

“I’ll be glad to have a fellow like that in irons in the brig aboard the
’Hudson,’ then,” muttered Mr. Mayhew. “I couldn’t understand, Mr. Benson,
how you were doing so badly in the full speed ahead dash.”

“The prisoner below is the answer, sir,” Captain Jack replied. He then led
the corporal and two marines below. The corporal produced a pair of
handcuffs, which he promptly snapped over Truax’s wrists.

“You’ll be sorry for this, one of these days,” threatened Truax, with a
snarl that showed his teeth.

“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.