Barney and Pomp had been anxiously awaiting their return.
“Fo’ goodness’ sake, Marse Frank,” cried Pomp, “am yo’ back so soon?”
“Yes,” replied Frank.
“Bejabers, was it the inemy that druv yez back?” asked Barney.
“No,” replied Frank. “Hoist the anchor, Barney. We will leave here.”
The Celt was astounded.
“Leave is it, sor! Shure, I thought we wud all go ashore?”
“And so you shall, but not now,” replied Frank.
Barney and Pomp proceeded to obey orders.
The anchor was got up and the Explorer put out of the harbor.