"
He struck out lustily, but had not been swimming more than a
couple of minutes, when he heard the sharp exhaust of a gasoline
launch.
Realizing that it must be an American craft, he shouted at the
top of his voice.
At first there was no response, but as the boat came nearer and
he shouted even more loudly, a friendly hail came over the
waters.
"Where are you?" came the voice as the boat came to a stop.
"Here, to your port side," he replied.
The launch was started again slowly and Donald was soon able to
make himself visible.
"Who are you?" was the first question pumped at him by the
officer in command.
"Special messenger for Gen. Funston," was the response.
"Where is your uniform?"
"I'm not a soldier. I am a civilian."
"A likely story," snapped the officer, who chanced to be an
ensign.
"I can't help how likely it is," snapped Donald in return. "It's
true, and I want to be put ashore as quickly as possible. I have
an important message and the safety of one of his staff is
involved. There is also a plot on foot to capture the general
himself."
"Nonsense! And besides, I can't put you ashore. I am carrying a
message to Admiral Fletcher."
"But my business is important," insisted Donald.
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