The boys exchanged glances. Even Sandy forgot his woes in the interest aroused by this communication. The officer walked on aft while Tom exclaimed in a low tone:
"At last we'll find out where we are bound, and what for. Come on, Jack."
"How about me?" inquired Sandy.
"Thought you were seasick."
"I was," rejoined Sandy, "but, mon, I feel grond again. If Mr. Dacre is going to talk, I'm a weel boy the noo."
[CHAPTER III.]
MR. DACRE EXPLAINS.
Both Mr. Dacre and his companion, Colton Chillingworth, regarded the boys smilingly as the latter filed into the charthouse, wide-eyed with expectation at the news they were confident they were to hear.