CHAPTER V.
AN ADVENTURE IN ST. AUGUSTINE.
"Hurrah! we are in sight of the coast!"
It was Dick who uttered the cry, late in the afternoon of the second day after the conversation recorded above.
The Dashaway had made a clean run of over a hundred and thirty miles, and had come in sight of the coast but a few miles above the little river upon which St. Augustine is situated, about two miles from the rolling Atlantic.
Fortunately, old Jacob knew these waters thoroughly, so the run to the river and up to the ancient Spanish city was not a hazardous one. As soon as they dropped anchor, all of the boys went ashore and Robert Menden went with them.
It was no easy matter to rush through Dick's long orders for stores, but they did their best, and by two o'clock of the afternoon following, the yacht was ready for a journey of a thousand miles or more.
"We won't live on the fat of the land,"
