"We are all provisioned, so it won't take but a few hours," was the reply.
"Then let us sail to-day,"
"You don't want to wait for more word?" asked Roger.
"No, Roger; I don't think It will do any good," answered our hero.
The matter was discussed at the hotel, and a little later the boys paid their bill and had their baggage taken to the ship. In the meantime Captain Sanders had prepared for the trip, and two hours later the Golden Eagle was moving out of the harbor of Bridgetown.
"How long will it take us to run to that spot where they think the ship went down?" asked Phil.
"Not more than a day and a half—it depends somewhat on the wind," answered Captain Sanders.
The boys tried to settle themselves, but this was impossible. Dave could not keep still, and paced the deck by the hour, or scanned the bosom of the ocean with the marine glasses Captain Sanders loaned him.
Only once came a thrill of excitement. A bit of wreckage was sighted and the ship sailed toward it. It was a yardarm, and to it were lashed a cask and several boxes, one of the latter bearing
