"I have no use for them—or for earthquakes either."
"There must be hundreds of islands around here," observed Dave. "The charts are full of them."
"That must make navigation difficult," came from Phil.
"Oh, I reckon Captain Sanders knows what he is about."
"Wonder how soon we'll run into the harbor at Bridgetown?" mused the shipowner's son, the place he mentioned being the main seaport of Barbados.
"Inside of three days, I hope, Phil," answered our hero.
"Merwell and Jasniff must be there by this time."
"It's more than likely—unless something happened to delay them," returned Dave.
At last came the day when they sighted Barbados and, ran into the harbor of Bridgetown. The place was a picturesque one, but the boys had just then no time to view the scenery or the shipping. As soon as it could be accomplished, they went ashore, and Captain Sanders went with them, leaving his vessel in charge of the first mate.
"You may have trouble with those two rascals, if you find them," said the commander of the
