“Let us sail for that spot and see if we can discover anything,” suggested Dave, as the party came away. “We may find some of those in the small boats.”
“Just what I was going to suggest,” said Phil.
“Well, it’s up to you, Phil, to say what we shall do,” answered Captain Sanders. “Your father sent me word that I was to look to you for orders—that is, within reasonable limits,—and I know you won’t be unreasonable.”
“Well, we want to get back to the United States, anyway,” said Roger. “And this would be on our way.”
“How soon can you get ready for the trip?” asked our hero, of the master of the Golden Eagle.
“We are all provisioned, so it won’t take but a few hours,” was the reply.
“Then let us sail to-day.”
“You don’t want to wait for more word?” asked Roger.
“No, Roger; I don’t think it will do any good,” answered our hero.
The matter was discussed at the hotel, and a little later the boys paid their bill and had their baggage taken to the ship. In the meantime Captain Sanders had prepared for the trip, and two hours later the Golden Eagle was moving out of the harbor of Bridgetown.