“Cap’n Anderson’s gone off in the de Valkar’,” said Ba.
It was true. Hastening to the house, Andy found it deserted. The boathouse was closed. On the door of the bungalow was a scrap of paper. It read:
“Your father is at Melbourne. Telephoned us. We’ve gone for him. Dinner in the pantry. Back this evening.
“Anderson.”
[CHAPTER XIV]
ANDY TAKES A DARING CHANCE
Andy read the note, re-read it, walked to the edge of the gallery and looked up and down the wide river. His face was pale. Then he consulted his watch. It was fifteen minutes after twelve o’clock.
“Ah reckon dey all gib yo’ de go by,” said Ba, with a laugh.
Instead of replying, Andy turned and entered the house. On the kitchen table was his luncheon. Evidently this was not in the boy’s mind at that moment. In the living room, he went to the chart-rack and took down the map of the Bahama Islands.