"So we did, Mr. Lawrence. My, how you've grown since then!" added the former supercargo, as he gazed at Phil's tall and well-built form.
"Mr. Castner, we are in a hurry, and maybe you can help us a good deal," went on Phil. "We are after two fellows who we think sailed in that schooner, or bark, or some vessel that left here within the past two days. They were young fellows, not much older than us boys. Will you aid us in getting on their track?"
"Sure I will," was the ready answer. "What do you know about 'em?"
"All we know is that they went under the names of Leeds and Cross," answered Dave. "But those are not their right names."
"And that they are supposed to have sailed on the ship known by a common name—Emma something or other," put in Roger.
"I can soon find out who sailed on the Emma Brower," answered Sam Castner. "Come with me to the next shipping office."
He called another clerk to take charge, and accompanied the party to the next shipping office. On the way he was introduced to Dave and the others.
"One of your father's vessels is in this harbor now," he said to Phil.
"What ship is that?"
"The Golden Eagle, Captain Sanders."
