for that port from here, but the firm didn't take it, and it went to the Emma Brower."
"The very ship we are after!" murmured Dave.
"Could you get another cargo for Barbados, do you think?"
"I don't know—maybe. Why?"
"We want to go there!"
"You do! That isn't much of a place."
"But we have a reason for wanting to go," went on Phil. And then, knowing he could trust Captain Sanders, he told the story of the stolen gems and the search for Merwell and Jasniff.
"Humph! that's a queer yarn," mused the captain of the Golden Eagle. "Supposing I got a cargo for that port—you'd go along?"
"I would," answered the shipowner's son, promptly. "That is, if dad would let me—and I'm sure he would."
"So would I go," added Dave.
"I'd have to go—to look after the others," said Dunston Porter, with a smile.
"Well, you can't leave me in the cold," came from Roger. "If the rest went, I'd go too."
"Come down to the cabin and talk it over," said Captain Sanders, and led the way across the deck and down the companionway.
Once below they were invited to remain to supper and did so. While at the meal the boys and
