For some minutes Jack talked with Doctor McCrea. As the medical officer
listened, he grinned, then laughed unrestrainedly.

“Mr. Benson, you’re certainly ingenious!”

“Will you do what I’ve suggested?”

“Why, I—er—er—” Doctor McCrea hesitated. “I—well, I’ll think it over.”
Again Doctor McCrea roared with laughter.





CHAPTER XX: CONCLUSION


Sam Truax sat in the brig, between decks on the “Hudson,” his scowling
face turned toward the barred door, when the marine guard, taking a turn,
peered in.

“Good heavens, man! What ails you?” demanded the marine.

“I’m all right,” growled the prisoner.

“I’ll be hanged if you look it.”

“What are you talking about!” demanded the prisoner angrily.