“Oh, they are traveling, that’s all. They came to this country from London, and they are going back by the way of Barbados.”
“They seem to have some money.”
“Yes, but Captain Sanders told me that they hang on to it pretty well—more so than he at first expected they would.”
The first day passed rapidly and the Golden Eagle made good headway. The boys spent most of the time on deck, amusing themselves as best they could. They talked to Captain Sanders and his mate, and also visited with Billy Dill. Occasionally they conversed with the four Englishmen, but they noticed that the Britishers were inclined to keep to themselves.
“I guess it is just as well, too,” said Dave to his chums. “They are not our sort at all.”
“Unless I miss my guess, they have had some sort of quarrel among themselves,” remarked Phil. “They were disputing over something early this morning and again just before dinner.”
Several days passed, and the boys commenced to feel quite at home on the ship. None of them had been seasick, for which all were thankful.
“The weather has been in our favor,” said Captain Sanders. “If it keeps on like this, we’ll make Barbados in record time.”
“Billy Dill said he smelt a storm,” returned Dave.
“Hum! Is that so?” mused the captain. “Well, he’s a pretty good weather-sharp, I must confess. I’ll take another look at the glass,” and he walked off to do so.