"Señor," he says, "you have influence with the captain. Ask him for a boat, that we may visit yonder isle."
"I will not go there to-day," replies the señor, shrugging his shoulders.
Frank's face falls.
"There is not a banana nor a cocoanut in the ship," he says with a faint smile.
Señor looks at him quizzingly.
"Ha!" he answers, "it is not the banana, it is not the cocoanut my young friend wants, but the wild adventure. Well, he shall not be disappointed."
Away below hurries the Spaniard; but he soon returns laughing.
"You are to take the gig, your friend Fred, Quambo for your porter, little Cassia-bud for your coxswain and to climb the cocoanut-trees, the dog for companion, and one man besides.
"But I have promised you will return as soon as the flag is hoisted at the peak."
"Hurrah!" cry Frank and Fred both in one breath, and in five minutes more down rushes the boat, and all are in and off.