They had
joined forces with the crew of the launch that had aided in the
ivory hunt and all were bent on a carouse. The boys were hardly
able to speak from excitement when they read on the stern of each of
the boats the words "Brigand N. Y."
"Those boats are from Barr's yacht," cried Frank.
"So they are," cried M. Desplaines, "and from some of these men
perhaps we shall be able to hear what has happened."
It was an easy matter to get the story from the crew.
The only trouble was they all wanted to talk at once. Bit by bit,
however, the boys got the story and learned that the Brigand was
sinking with a big hole in her bottom. While the others were
talking a tall man, who formed part of the crew that had just
landed, beckoned Frank aside:
"Come here, young master," he said, "I want a word with you. You
are one of the Boy Aviators?"
"I am!" replied Frank, "who are you?"
"My name's Al Davis; I was a skipper once--but never mind that now.
But if you want to make a piece of money out of salvage I'll tell
you how if you make it worth my while."
"What is it you have to tell me?" asked Frank.
For reply the man put his hand up to Frank's ear and whispered
cautiously.
"Is that worth anything?" he asked after he had imparted the
information.
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