“An’ am all ob dem gwine ter stay on de yacht?”
“There’s no other place for them until we can make Nassau.”
“Den you hark to wha’ de ole man am tellin’ yer,” and Andy looked cautiously around to make sure no one from the deck could hear him. “Dis yere cruise am boun’ ter end in trubble, an’ ef de captain keeps de yacht pinted for Hayti, we’se nebber gwine ter git back.”
“Is this another case of the voudoos?” Nelse asked, with a laugh.
“Now, don’ make fun ob wha’ de ole man tells yer, honey, an’ ef dere’s a chance to ’swade de captin ter turn ’roun’ when we strikes Nassau, go fur him lively.”
“It isn’t likely father would put the schooner about, simply because of what the voudoos might do, and if we should say anything, it might only make matters worse.”
At this point Captain Mansfield came below, and Andy, looking decidedly distressed, began to serve the meal.
CHAPTER V.
MISCHIEF.
Mr. Jenkins’ predictions regarding the time necessary to bring the castaways on board, and the weather, were verified.