“It seems that when Mr. Borden was on the Aurora he had a headache from the sun and wore smoked glasses. Is that right, sir?”
“It is,” answered Giles Borden. “The glare on the waves was beastly, and I wore the smoked glasses all day long.”
“Well, the rascals planned to have Jasniff impersonate Mr. Borden. One of them, Geswick, exchanged coats and caps with him, and lent him a pair of smoked glasses, and he was to tie up his cheeks and pretend to be suffering from toothache, and keep to his stateroom as much as possible during the trip.”
“Oh, what a thing to do—impersonate me!” roared Giles Borden, in a rage. “Just wait till I confront him!”
“Yes, you’ll have to wait,” put in Phil, dryly.
“Did you find out where they were going to sail to?” asked Dave, eagerly.
“To San Juan, on the island of Porto Rico. But they may make some stops on the way.”
“San Juan,” mused Roger. “That’s a good many miles from here. Perhaps the Golden Eagle can catch the Aurora before she gets there.”
“If they went to San Juan direct I’d advise waiting till they got in that harbor before I’d do anything,” said Captain Sanders.
“Why?” asked the boys.