high seas and another to stop them in United States waters. Remember, Porto Rico is now a part of Uncle Sam's domain."
"Yes, I'd rather go at them there than on the high seas," answered Dave. "But they mustn't get away again, no matter where we have to tackle them," he added, determinedly.
It was impossible to transfer those ashore to the Golden Eagle during the darkness, because of the danger in the breakers, so they had to wait until daylight before departing.
Among those to go were, of course, the sailors who had come ashore from the wreck of the Emma Brower. Captain Sanders told them they could remain on the island if they wished, but they set up an immediate protest.
"It's not a fit place for any man," said one of the tars. "There is very little game and not much fruit, and one is continually in danger of falling into a hole or a cave. I'll go to Porto Rico gladly, and so will my mates, and we'll work our passage, if you're willing."
"All right," said Captain Sanders. "But you'll not have much to do, as we have about all the hands we need."
When aboard the ship, the captain and the boys listened to the story the mate had to tell. Then they learned that the storm had blown the Golden Eagle many miles from Cave Island, and
