“They made a mighty quick get-away,” commented Dave. “A busy scene out there, Vic.”
By the brilliant glare of a calcium light they could see that teams of horses had been hitched to the great wagons. Several were already started on their difficult journey over the muddy field.
“Who’s this coming?” exclaimed Victor, at length.
A figure, sometimes silhouetted sharply against the lights, then almost lost in shadow, was approaching on a run.
“Hello, Jumbo—I mean Dave,” yelled a lusty voice. “Where are ye? Hello!”
“Right over here, Joe,” called the historian.
“Bully! Whiffin says you an’ Buster are to go along o’ me, an’ the team’s a’ready.”
CHAPTER XIV
THE WHALEBACK
Captain Ralph Bunderley was, frankly, glad to see the visitors again.
“Come right on board, lads,” he called from his position on the deck. “Where is Victor? Gone off on a jaunt with that stout boy, eh? Oh, well, it’s all right. He has lots of time to enjoy himself before we leave.”