"And that's on Trasket Rock! And there is a white streak in the cliff on Trasket. Why didn't I think of that right away! Pipe all hands aboard, Ben. We sail this afternoon!"
The treasure-hunters were ready to set forth soon after luncheon. They had gathered together an outfit which included a compass, a steamer-rug ("to wrap up the doubloons in, I suppose," said Jim, “for I can't think what else you'd need it for"), a lantern, a frying-pan, a jug of water, and assorted provisions.
"'I've a little brown jug that I sometimes lug,
And a little bread and meat for ballast . . .'"
sang Jim, as he made sail on the Ailouros.
"You'll have an easy run up to Trasket to-day," he said; "and I place such trust in you and your seamanship, Bo'sun Bobstay, ma'am, that I've no fears that you'll wreck, maroon, cast away, or lose overboard my only son."
"No fear, sir!" laughed Joan, as she took command of the Ailouros, and Jim climbed out upon the landing.
"We sha'n't expect you back till after supper, then," he said. "Caleb's off on his weekend ashore, so don't do anything that will ne-
