"Hey and hallo for me paternal dominions--once more for the Windjammers' Island and the stolen threasure!" shouted Pat Stoodles, cutting a caper.
"Will we find it, I wonder?" sighed the old diver thoughtfully.
"I think we shall, father," answered Dave Fearless, with confidence.
CHAPTER IX
A BOLD PROJECT
The Swallow cleared her moorings in the creek on Minotaur Island, and steamed out into the broad waters of the bay, a thing of life and beauty.
"And what's that for now?" asked Pat Stoodles of Dave, who was watching their progress and the coastline with great interest.
"I see," nodded Dave. "You mean the longboat from the governor?"
"That same, lad. Luk at 'em, now. Ever since we came into open wather they've been tearing along for the town like mad. Aha, there goes one of those measly marines overboard."
Dave ran for a telescope. He viewed the government boat with a good deal of curiosity.