“What city do you suppose this can be?” Roy asked in perplexity as the three stood in the wheel-house, where they had been every moment since the land could be distinctly seen.
It was a question which each member of the party had already asked half a dozen times, and no one paid any particular attention to it.
It was sufficient for all that they had arrived at some place where an engineer and sailing master could probably be hired.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HAVANA.
The yacht was run in as far toward the piers as the wind would permit and then the anchor was let go.
It seemed as if this had but just been done when a boat rowed by four sailors, with a man in uniform at the helm, pulled out to the Zoe.
“It begins to look as if we’d soon find out what port this is,” Ned said as he noticed this craft. “Those fellows are comin’ out most likely to learn who we are, and I reckon they know where they live.”
Just at that moment almost any visitor would have been welcome because of the information he could impart, and the amateur crew were ready to receive the officer when he came alongside.
He hailed them in a foreign tongue, and Ned, acting as the captain, replied in English:
“I’m blessed if I know what you are sayin’. This is the steam yacht Zoe, disabled, and in here for repairs.”