"It's a long voyage, all right," agreed Dayton. "But if things go through all right, we'll have taken a wise course. Your plan is to work our way through the islands to Australia and then sell the schooner?"
"That's my present idea," rejoined the colonel. "How do you like it?"
"It seems to me to be a good plan," said Dayton. "Couldn't be improved on. But what will the captain say to our trying to sell his boat?"
Morello gave his companion a swift side glance as they trudged along through the dark streets.
"Perhaps he won't be there to object," he said significantly.
Dayton shrugged his shoulders.
"Colonel, you are a wonderful man," he said. "By the way, what is the name of this friend of yours in the Marquesas? Owns a plantation there, I think you said."
"That's right," said the colonel; "he's got a big island and grows cocoanuts. Haven't seen him for some years, but I guess he'll be glad to see me again."
"American?" asked Dayton carelessly.
"Yes. I met him in that revolutionary business in Lower California."