“Clew in Boston proved to be false, also clew in New York. Hope you are on the right track and get gems. Spare no expense if you feel you are right.”
“And here is a telegram from my dad,” said Phil. “He tells us—Captain Sanders and myself—to use our own judgment.”
“Can you get a cargo for Barbados, Phil?” asked Roger.
“We can get a half-cargo.”
“At once?”
“Yes, that is, inside of two days.”
“Then by all means take it, Phil!” cried Dave. “I know Mr. Wadsworth will stand the extra expense. And if he won’t, I know my father will.”
“Where is your Uncle Dunston?” questioned the shipowner’s son.
“He’s out on a little business trip. He got a telegram from New York that upset him somewhat. I hope it isn’t anything serious,” added Dave, soberly.
The boys rushed off to talk the matter over with Captain Sanders. They found the master of the vessel at the shipping office, talking over the matter of a cargo for Barbados.