And I wish you'd let me tell
you, besides, that I've taken this wreck business as
much to heart as you have; something kind of rises in
my throat when I think we're beaten; and if I thought
waiting would do it, I would stick on this reef until
we starved."
I tried in vain to thank him for these generous words,
but he was beforehand with me in a moment.
"I didn't bring you ashore to sound my praises," he
interrupted. "We understand one another now, that's
all; and I guess you can trust me. What I wished to
speak about is more important, and it's got to be
faced. What are we to do about the FLYING SCUD and
the dime novel?"
"I really have thought nothing about that," I replied;
"but I expect I mean to get at the bottom of it, and if
the bogus Captain Trent is to be found on the earth's
surface, I guess I mean to find him."
"All you've got to do is talk," said Nares; "you can
make the biggest kind of boom; it isn't often the
reporters have a chance at such a yarn as this; and I
can tell you how it will go. It will go by telegraph,
Mr.
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