"If there is no opening in the reef, maybe we can blow one out with dynamite," suggested Phil.
After dinner Captain Marshall went out in the largest of the rowboats, taking with him his pick of the sailors. They took a lead line along, and remained away until dark, taking as many sound ings as they possibly could. It was dangerous work, and those on the bark were glad when the rowboat returned.
"Well, did you find a channel?" asked the first mate.
"No," was the short answer. "There are several openings, but none, that I discovered, wide enough for the Stormy Petrel."
"Of course, you didn't cover the whole reef?"
"By no means. I will go out again to-morrow—or you may do so."
The news the captain brought was very dis heartening, and it was a gloomy party that assembled in the cabin of the bark that evening.
"We shall be perfectly safe in this harbor, so long as the weather remains fair," said Captain Marshall. "But a heavy blow might cause us to drag our anchors and either run ashore or on the reef. We must get away in the near future, if it can possibly be accomplished."
"You can't get away and to Sobago any too quick for me," replied Dave.
That evening Jasper Van Blott came out of
