By this time Don came up on a run, anxious to know the result of the runaway.
"It was an adventure and no mistake," he observed, after he had been introduced and Bob had told his tale. "As soon as I caught sight of the river I was afraid you had all been drowned."
Mr. Grey was stopping at the Grand Hotel, and he insisted that the two boys accompany him to the place, and be introduced to his wife. Then he followed Bob and Don down to where the Dashaway was taking on the last of her stores, and was invited on board.
"Certainly a fine craft," he observed, as he was taken around. "She ought to stand the trip to Porto Rico very well. What place do you expect to stop at first?"
"We haven't decided that point yet," answered Dick.
"Well, don't forget to come to Ponce sooner or later. I will be at home very shortly—as soon as my business in St. Augustine is finished. I am going to take several friends with me."
In less than an hour the anchor of the yacht was pulled up and the sails set, and off they glided down the smooth river, Garrison Grey waving them an adieu from the dock.
"A fine man," mused Bob. "I hope we do meet again."
