"Nope. My spelling isn't that good."
"Well, you're going to be one. Let's get home. I want to make a call to the Whiteside Morning Record."
Cap'n Mike's eyes brightened. "So you'll work along with me, hey? Knew you would. What happens now?"
"First thing is to interview Captain Tyler and his crew," Rick said.
Cap'n Mike shook his head. "You'd be wasting time. I've already tried. Tom's not saying a word, even to his old friends, and the crew has orders from him not to talk. They're loyal. You'll get nothing out of 'em."
"All right," Rick said, disappointed. If the fishermen wouldn't talk to Cap'n Mike they certainly wouldn't talk to him and Scotty. "Then we'll go back to Spindrift and do a couple of chores. We'll come back to Seaford tonight. I'd like to get a look at the Albatross, if you can fix it."
"Easy." Cap'n Mike rubbed his hands together gleefully. "I'm betting we can get Tom Tyler out of this."
Rick scratched his head thoughtfully. "Don't get your hopes too high, Cap'n Mike. We're only a couple of amateurs, remember."
"Some amateurs are better than some professionals, no matter what the business. I'm not worried any more."
Cap'n Mike walked down to the boat landing in front of the old windmill with them. "How will you come down tonight?"