"Look here, son, don't you go getting suspicious of everybody. Pretty soon you'll be watching me," Bob grinned.
"Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea at that."
An hour later they pulled out and, after running south until the island was out of sight, swung in a wide circle until they were headed north.
"Just as well not to let them know which way we're going," Mr. Lakewood explained as he stood with the boys on the bridge.
"Does the second mate know what we're after?" Jack asked.
"Not unless he's overheard something," his uncle told him. "We three and Captain Ole are the only ones in the secret so far as I know. But he may be wise at that."
"How far away do you think that island is?" Bob asked.
"I haven't much idea. When I took that trip I wasn't in a condition to notice much of anything especially during the last part of it, and I may have come a hundred miles and then again it may been nearer five hundred. We're simply to hunt until we find it. I know it's around here somewhere, and I reckon we'll strike it sooner or later."
"But aren't we likely to pass it in the night?" Jack asked.
"We're going to anchor as soon as it is dark, provided it's not too deep and if it is we'll just drift."