"Why, do you suspect that you and Barney were, or can be, traced to the schooner?"
"No, I don't think that; for after we got away from the detectives at my place, we disguised ourselves so thoroughly that our own mothers never would have known us, and we took the most roundabout way to the bay, and came on board at midnight."
"Then I don't see what there is to fear."
"Nor I, so far as caution is concerned. But that cursed detective they call Old Spicer is like no other man alive, I believe; and before we know it he'll drop down upon us—you'll see."
"Come, come, old fellow, cheer up, or you'll give us all the horrors, and that's useless."
Presently the wind changed, then it became fair, and the Bouncing Betsy bounded over the waves at a lively rate.
Even Bill Bunce, who had so much to make him sad, became cheerful, and in some measure forgot his somber forebodings.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
IN NO MAN'S BAY—MAG'S HOVEL.