The first mate of the Antelope started back, in astonishment.
"Why, Bob Repton!" he exclaimed. "What on earth are you doing here, masquerading as a Spanish sailor?"
"I am trying to get across to Gibraltar," he said.
"Why, is this fellow bound for Gibraltar? In that case we have not got a prize, as we fancied."
"She is a fair prize, Joe; she is bound for Algeciras. I was going to make my way in from there, as best I could."
"That is all right then. What has she got on board?"
"Nothing beyond these cattle, and some vegetables, I expect; but they are worth a lot of money, on the Rock."
"Well, you will be able to tell us all about things, Bob. I will hail the captain to send Crofts on board, with a dozen men to take charge, here; and then I will take you on board."
"I have a friend here," Bob said, turning to Amy, who was standing timidly behind him, "so you must take him with me."
"All right!" Joe said, carelessly.