wind. Sargasso Sea. Current 9.463 kilometers per 24 hrs. W.SW. Cast sea anchor. Five hundred tons ingots reshipped.”
At this statement, Leonard turned and stared at Greer.
“Reshipped! Reshipped! Holy cats, Farnol! Reshipped from here—right here!” He jabbed a finger downward to indicate the spot in the dead Sargasso Sea occupied by the Minnie B.
Greer shook his head dully. “But this is all the wildest—” he made a helpless motion. “You oughtn't to think about it, sir, or you'll be going overboard, too. Reshipped!… This heat will get anybody in time… The man who wrote that went and jumped overboard the next minute no doubt. Reshipped… It ain't good for us to read it, sir.”
“But something's gone with her cargo, Greer!” declared Madden vehemently. “Something's gone with it. I don't care how crazy the crew became they surely wouldn't have dumped a hold full of copper into the sea. This log says ‘reshipped’ and blessed if I don't believe—”
At this moment the boys seemed to hear the sound in the deathly silent vessel for which their
