"Uncle Ben is up to something, I suspect."
"What do you suppose it is?"
Before Frank could venture an opinion, a mass of smoke rose from the bows of the Sylph, and the mimic roar of a little cannon was heard.
"Hurrah! Tony, he is firing a salute in honor of the verdict," cried Charles.
"Three cheers for Tony Weston," shouted Frank. "One!"
"Hurrah!"
"Two!"
"Hurrah!"
"Three!"
"Hurrah!"