“Oh, I don’t think they’ll go as far as that,” came from Spouter. “They wouldn’t dare. But they may take everything we’ve got of value, and then turn us adrift in one of their rowboats.”
“Well, what shall we do?” questioned Jack. “Shall we try to arm ourselves and fight?”
“It may come to that later, Jack,” answered Ralph. “But just yet I wouldn’t advise it.”
“Neither would I,” said Gif.
“A fight would only give them an excuse for shooting us down,” remarked Fred.
Slowly the day passed, and with it went the mist and rain. The wind was now blowing freely, and the Hildegarde made good progress on her course. The boys were not given a chance to look at the compass, but, by the sun, knew they must be heading southward. Not a speck of land was anywhere in sight.
“That shows they didn’t go down the coast as they said they would,” said Jack, about the middle of the afternoon.
“Where do you suppose they’re bound for?”
“Perhaps they’re going straight back to Jamaica,” suggested Spouter.
“Or to some other island of the West Indies where they can get another supply of liquor,” added Randy.