"I didn't surrender to you.
I only came out to talk with you." "If you didn't surrender, then excuse me, and go ahead and put up a fight," laughed the policeman, handily removing Evarts's revolver from a hip pocket.
"Now, look in here, Tom," urged Dick.

"Do you see what caught my eye ?" Prescott pointed to a sharp-nosed cylinder, some eight feet long.

Just as it lay the propeller at the other end was invisible to one at the doorway of the cabin.
"It's a home-made imitation of a Whitehead torpedo," Lieutenant Dick went on, in explanation.

"If it proves to be charged with explosives then the mere having of it aboard this sloop will prove embarrassing to these two prisoners to explain in court.

If it isn't loaded, that will be almost as bad, as such a torpedo can be rather easily loaded, and then set in operation by clock-work machinery that will control the propeller." "Young man, you seem to think you know a good deal about torpedoes," sneered Evarts.
"He ought to," Harry retorted quietly.