Upon his order, many bags of woven grass, their contents of considerable weight, were hoisted aboard.
“Ten per cent of what this realizes, and I think there is value to a quarter of a million, I want deposited to my credit in the Bank of England. I may never call for it, but all the remainder is yours.”
“Hurrah for the chief of Rarihue!” cried Tom, and a right ringing cheer was given.
“And now,” said Jim, “we must not tarry here. Professor, you have won out and do not need me any longer. I have my Sea Eagle and her papers indent her to Cuba. With Captain ter Tofte Luhrensen as sailing master, to Cuba she shall go.”
To Cuba the Sea Eagle did go, as those interested in the fortunes of the Frontier Boys may learn in a volume to follow, “The Frontier Boys in Cuba.”
“You are released, albeit with reluctance,” slowly answered the professor, “and my thanks for your valued aid. Your share of our success will be deposited in the Bank of America, New York, against your homecoming.”
“And whom can you spare to go with me, and who wants to go to fight for freedom’s cause?”
Jo and Juarez were quickly by his side and with less alacrity, Tom joined them. All looked at Berwick.
“Mine for a quiet life,” said that worthy, laughing. “I shall stay by the professor.”