"What's the matter with you, Diamond?" asked Browning. "Why have you dragged us out here? It's cold, and I'd rather go into our stateroom and take a loaf after eating so heartily. By Jove! if this keeps up, they won't have provisions enough on this boat to feed me before we get across." "I wanted to have a little talk without," said Jack; "and I didn't care about talking in the stateroom, where I might be overheard." "What's up, anyway?" demanded Frank, warned by the manner of the Virginian that Jack fancied he had something of importance to tell them. "I've been investigating," said Jack. "What?" "Well, I found out that there is something the matter on this boat." "Did you learn what it was?" "I don't know that I have, but I've discovered one thing. I've learned the kind of cargo we carry." "What is it?" "Petroleum and powder!" CHAPTER VII. PREMONITIONS OF PERIL. "Well, that's hot stuff when it's burning," said Merriwell, grimly. "Rather!" grunted Browning. "If I'd known what the old boat carried, I think I'd hesitated some about shipping on her," declared Jack. "What if she did get on fire?" "We'd all go up in smoke," said Merriwell, with absolute coolness. "That is about the size of it." "Well," said Jack, "I heard two of the sailors talking in a very mysterious manner. They say the 'Eagle' is hoodooed and the captain knows it. They say he has not slept any to speak of since we left New York." "Sailors are always superstitious. They are ignorant, as a rule, and ignorance breeds superstition." "Do you consider Mr. Slush ignorant?" asked Bruce. "Didn't have time to size him up, but he's queer." "I shall feel that I am over a volcano during the rest of the voyage," said Jack. "What if there was somebody on board who wished to destroy the ship?" "It wouldn't be much of a job," grunted Browning. "A match touched to a powder keg would do the trick in a hurry." "But he'd go up with the rest of us," said Frank. "Unless he used a slow match," put in Jack. "These captains always have their enemies, who are desperate fellows and ready to do almost anything to injure them. The steamer might be set afire by means of a slow match, which would give the villain time enough to get away." "I hardly think there's anybody desperate enough to do that kind of a trick, for it would be a case of suicide." "Perhaps not. The chap who did the trick might have some plan of escaping. Then I have known men desperate enough to commit suicide if they could destroy an enemy at the same time." "Well, it's likely all this worry about this vessel and cargo is entirely needless and foolish." "I don't believe it," said the Virginian. "I know now that the captain has been worried. I have noticed it in his manner. He is pale and restless." "Well, it's likely he may be rather anxious, for it's certain he cannot carry any insurance on such a cargo." "He was not at the table to-night." "No."