"I am in charge," said a rough voice, and now the mate of the schooner thrust himself forward. "You had better be quiet until the cap'n gits back."
"Then he has gone ashore?"
"Yes, if you must know."
"And the Baxters with him."
"Yes, but all hands will be back soon."
"Are we in Detroit harbor?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm for escaping!" shouted Tom, and taking up the water pitcher he aimed it at the mate's head. The blow struck fairly, and the sailor went down, partly stunned. Seeing the success of his move Tom leaped for the passageway, and Dick and Sam followed their brother.