"What sloop is that?" demanded Robert.
"Where bound?"
"Over to Turtle Head."
"We are bound there; come with us."
"Ay ay."
"Hold on a minute, Don John," shouted some one from the Christabel.
Each of the yachts had a tender towing astern, and that from the Christabel, with five boys in it, immediately put off, and pulled to the Sea Foam.
"Will you take us on board, Don John?" asked Gus Barker, as the tender came alongside.
"Certainly; I'm glad to have your company," replied Donald, who had thrown the yacht up into the wind.