"Are you going?" asked Nat in surprise.
"Well, I have the chance. I got a letter the other day from a big firm, that wants another pilot. They made me a very good offer, and I'm inclined to take it. I thought I would ask you if you'd like to go."
"Would I have a chance to learn to be a pilot?"
"Yes, a better chance than you have here."
"Then I'd like to go first-rate. I'm ever so much obliged to you. Do you think you will accept the offer?"
"I believe I will. I'll tell Captain Marshall that we are going to leave him at Detroit. He can easily get another pilot there, and we'll change to a ship where conditions are more pleasant. I'm glad you want to come with me."
"I don't know what I'd do if it wasn't for you."
"Well, I still feel that I'm in your debt," replied Mr. Weatherby. "I think——"
He stopped suddenly and went to the door. He listened a moment, then quickly opened it. Sam Shaw was hurrying away down the deck.
"I believe he was listening, the young rascal!" exclaimed the pilot.