In five minutes more Oliver was on deck, and the stout lad slowly followed him. They found that Mr. Whyland was ahead of them.
“We are off,” said that gentleman. “We shall not set foot on ground again until we land in San Francisco.”
CHAPTER XVII.
A STARTLING CRY.
“Won’t we stop at any points in Mexico?” asked Oliver.
“I think not. Captain Morris is anxious to make the voyage as quickly as possible, for he thinks he can get a good return cargo.”
“If we had the time to spare I wouldn’t like anything better than to stop at La Libertad, Champerico, and the rest of the towns,” continued Oliver; “I love to see strange places.”
“I think most every one does,” returned Mr. Whyland. “I have traveled for many years, and I never tire of it. There is always something unexpected turning up.”
“I like to keep moving,” put in Gus; “I hate to stay too long in one place. Now, take a town like Panama, for instance; a day or two is sufficient to see all there is to be seen.”
“You are quite mistaken there,” replied Mr. Whyland. “There are many ancient convents and historic ruins there, which, if studied up, would prove interesting for several weeks; that is, if you didn’t have anything else on your mind.”