“I believe the commander of this craft is favorably disposed toward us,” put in Ned. “He probably realizes that we want to be neutral and that our presence in this neighborhood is due to our misfortune and not to our fault. I do wish, though,” the lad added, “that we could leave!”
“How much would you give to get away?” questioned Jimmie.
“I’d give a good deal!” replied Ned. “I don’t like the idea of remaining on this island a prisoner for any length of time!”
“Well, if you’ll make it worth while,” Jimmie offered, “I’ll take you along as a passenger. You must behave, though!”
“Ah!” smiled Ned, thinking Jimmie was indulging in another of his jokes. “May I ask when your ship leaves?”
“I’m thinking of leaving about midnight or a little after,” stated Jimmie, gravely. “It will depend somewhat on the wind and weather. If it comes on to blow and the sea is rough I believe we’ll get out on time. However, if this breeze should die away, we may not go!”
“You’re rather reversing the order of things,” commented Ned. “Most captains want clear weather and smooth seas for their departure!”
“Well, if it remains stormy, as it has every prospect of doing and you want a swift ride, you just keep watch of your uncle!”
“Thanks!” laughed Ned. “You may surely count on me!”
“May we go along, too, Jimmie?” asked Harry.