They estimated the direction and location of their intended destination, and Will knew enough about a ship to sail the yacht.
It was morning when the boat reached Portland.
It had required all the attention of Will and the farmer’s son to manage the yacht, and they had not paid any attention to their prisoners.
The boat safely landed, however, a loud series of cries from the cabin caused Will to go below.
Captain Morris, red in the face and wild with rage, glared at him and endeavored vainly to break his bonds.
“Is this your work?” he raved.
“Yes, Captain Morris. The tables are turned now, and you are my prisoner.”
Parker, who was also awake, groaned audibly.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“At Portland, and you will soon be in jail.”