“Then they sailed, just as we feared!” returned Dave, and there was something like a groan in his voice.
“Wonder if they took the jewels,” murmured Roger.
“Most likely, Roger,” answered Dunston Porter.
“But what would they do with them in such an out-of-the-way place as Barbados?”
“I rather imagine their plan is to keep quiet for a while, until this affair blows over. Then they’ll either return to the United States, or take a British vessel for England. Barbados is an English possession, you must remember, and a regular line of steamers sail from there to England.”
“I wonder if we couldn’t charter a steam tug and go after the bark?” mused Dave.
“It might be done,” returned his uncle. “But I doubt if we could catch the bark, or even locate her. She has too much of a start.”
“Was the bark going to stop at any ports along the way?” asked Phil.
“She was not,” answered the young shipping-clerk.
“Then there is nothing to do but to sail for Barbados after them!” cried Dave.