"
"If it comes to that I guess I can take a chance of navigating the
yacht even if I don't hold a master's ticket," replied the bos'n.
"But are you a navigator?" questioned Barr eagerly
"Well, Mr. Barr, I held a master's ticket once before drink got me
and I piled my ship on a reef," was the answer.
"You're good enough for me!" shouted Barr overjoyed, "and now we'll
up anchor and get away from this abominable coast."
He scanned the sky shoreward anxiously. He did not confide to his
new captain, however, the fact that at any moment he expected to see
swift vengeance in the shape of the Golden Eagle II pursuing him.
With the roustabout crew that had been shipped in New York from a
West Street boarding-master it took some time to get the anchor
broken out--the men going at their work sulkily. At last, however,
it was "up and down" as the sailors say, and Luther Barr himself
signaled on the engine-room telegraph "Full speed, ahead." The
engines of the yacht begin to revolve and the crafty old pillager
almost gave a cry of joy as he felt the vibration beneath his feet.
The Boy Aviators could not cross the Atlantic in the aeroplane and
there would not be a ship leaving the coast for a month.
Luther Barr chuckled.
He had beaten the boys at their own game.
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