But Bill Sturdy was not deceived. He determined to keep his "weather-eye open," as he expressed it, and be on the lookout for squalls.
So the time passed.
It was a bright, tropical day. The thick garments which all had worn on leaving port were laid aside, and every one was dressed in light and thin attire.
"We shall probably reach Rio to-morrow, Mr. Randall," observed the captain.
"Yes; if the present wind holds, there can be no doubt of it."
"And the little plan which we have been contemplating need no longer be delayed."
Randall smiled acquiescence.
The wind held favorable, and the next evening saw them in port.
The captain and mate went on shore, leaving the vessel in charge of the second mate.
We have nothing to do with the motions of the captain, but will follow Randall, who, never backward in ill-doing, at once set about the execution of his scheme.