"We haven't decided that point yet," answered Dick.
"Well, don't forget to come to Ponce sooner or later. I will be at home very shortly—as soon as my business in St. Augustine is finished. I am going to take several friends with me."
In less than an hour the anchor of the yacht was pulled up and the sails set, and off they glided down the smooth river, Garrison Grey waving them an adieu from the dock.
"A fine man," mused Bob. "I hope we do meet again."
"We'll have to stop at Ponce before we leave the island," answered Leander.
And so they parted with the coffee merchant, little dreaming of the curious future meeting in store for the merchant and themselves.
CHAPTER VII.
SAVING THE TRAIN.
For several days the weather proved delightful, and as the wind was strong and steady the Dashaway made rapid progress.
All felt in the best of spirits, and with fishing and telling stories the time passed as quickly as could reasonably be expected.
The boys soon learned that Robert Menden was a great story-teller, and never tired of sitting around him when he was spinning one of his yarns.