A rude place to sleep in, but what did the Frontier Boys care for that? They could scarcely count the nights that they had slept out on the ground, and in bad weather too. They had a blanket apiece, and a tarpaulin to pull over them.
The blankets they had spread out on the floor of the cubby hole and they found that the tarpaulin made a mighty warm protective covering, keeping out the damp sea air in fine style.
"Where do you suppose we are heading for, Juarez?" inquired Tom.
"Maybe a port in Mexico or South America and then again we may head for Hawaii before we intend to."
"We are going South now, though," said Tom.
"If we run in close to the coast, we'll jump overboard, and swim for it," said Juarez.
"We could do it if we get within a mile," said Tom, "if it is not too rough."
Just then Juarez put his hand over Tom's mouth, he felt sure that someone was listening or was preparing to. Juarez ran his fingers carefully over the boards until he found where a hole had been bored through the planking a little back of their heads. It was just as he had suspected, someone was listening to hear what plans they would make.
With the noiselessness characteristic of him when scouting, Juarez crept out partially and cautiously raised his head until he caught sight of the sole of a man's boot. Then he crept back to his place and gave Tom a nudge. Forthwith they began talking in rather loud tones.
"Say Tom, do you know I rather like this ship. These fellows are rough in their way but that is to be expected."