The boys did not know what to say. Events had happened so rapidly that they did not exactly understand all of them. They realized, however, that they had another chance to go on a cruise on the Pacific, in the Ripper, and they felt that they ought to take advantage of it, and aid Mr. De Vere.
“I think I shall have to break up this little party,” said the physician, coming in just then. “I can’t have my patient getting a fever. You boys will excuse me, I know, if I ask you to let him get some rest now.”
“That’s all right,” spoke Jerry. “We’ll see you to-morrow, Mr. De Vere.”
“Very well,” was the answer, and the boys left the injured man to the care of the doctor.
“Well, what do you think of that?” asked Ned, as he and his chums were on their way to the Seabury bungalow. “Isn’t it simply great?”
“Great? It’s immense!” exclaimed Bob. “We’re going, aren’t we, Jerry?”
“If you fellows say so, and outvote me, I suppose you are.”
“But you want to go, don’t you, Jerry?”
“I didn’t say I did not. I think we have a different man to deal with, in this Mr. De Vere, than we had in Blowitz. I think we shall go derelict hunting, boys.”
“And maybe we’ll not have sport!” exclaimed Ned.