"But where has the ship gone to?" queried Phil. "I can't see her anywhere."
Instead of replying, the captain of the Stormy Petrel clenched his hands and compressed his lips. He was doing some deep thinking.
"I must say, this looks to me as if somebody had run off with the ship!" declared the senator's son.
"And that is just what they have done!" cried the captain. "Oh, the rascals! the scoundrels! If I ever catch them" He could not finish, so great was his rage.
"Run off with the ship!" burst out Dave. "How could they do that? Do you think there was a regular mutiny?"
"There may have been—anyway, the bark is gone—and we are left to shift for ourselves."
"I think I see through it," said Phil. "The first mate and Van Blott have hatched this up between them. I know they were as thick as peas—in fact, I suspect Shepley helped the supercargo to hide away on board. They must have bought over the crew and Mr. Sanders."
"I don't think they could buy over Bob Sanders," declared the captain. "I know him too well. He is very quiet, but I'd trust him with almost anything. But I can't say as much for all the crew. Shepley got some of the men to ship, and he most likely knew whom he was getting."
