"I thanked him warmly, and he landed me, as you know, on board this schooner."
"And why do you think the detectives won't find him?" asked Barney, eagerly.
"Because I drew out of him that he was on his way to Newport, from whence he was going to sail almost immediately to the Bermudas, otherwise I never would have let him come up alongside the Bouncing Betsey."
"Well, if he's off for the Bermudas, I reckon it's all right; for if we have any kind of luck, it's more than likely we shall be in the Gulf of Mexico, or even in Mexico itself, before he gets back to New York."
"That's the way I look at it."
"We've got to make better time than we're making now to get anywhere," growled Bill Bunce, discontentedly.
"You're right enough there, Bill," said Barney; "but I suppose the captain's doing the best he can, so there's no help for it."
"I suppose there isn't; but I've got it beat into me that this delay will cost us dear."
"I don't see how it can," said Bissell quickly. "Without the testimony of that yacht-owner they can't connect any one of us with the Bouncing Betsey."
"Perhaps not, but they'll do it all the same."