Early on the following morning Bahama Bill, presented himself. The
boys had been told how he looked, yet they had all they could do to
keep from smiling when he presented himself. He was a short, thickset
man, with broad shoulders, and legs which were very much bowed. He
wore his reddish hair long and also sported a thick beard. He had a
squint in one eye which, as Sam said, "gave him the appearance of
looking continually over his shoulder. When he talked his voice was an
alternate squeak and rumble.
"Well, of all the odd fellows I ever met he is the limit," was Tom's
comment. "Why, he'd do for a comic valentine!"
"I almost had to laugh in his face," said Sam. "Even now I can't look
at him without grinning."
"He's a character," was Dick's opinion. "You'll never get tired with
that chap around," and in this surmise he was correct, for Bahama Bill
was as full of sea yarns as some fish are full of bones, and he was
willing to talk as long as anybody would listen to him.
"Very much pleased to know ye all," said he with a profound bow to the
ladies. "Ain't seen such a nice crowd since I sailed on the Mary
Elizabeth, up the coast o' Maine, jest fourteen years ago. At that
time we had on board Captain Rigger's wife, his mother in law, his two
sisters, his brother's wife, his aunt and--"
"Never mind the Rigger family just now, Camel," interrupted Mr. Rover.
"What I want to know is, are you ready to sail?"
"Aye, aye! that I am, and I don't care if it's a for two months or two
years. Once when I sailed on the Sunflower the captain said we'd be
out a month, and we struck a storm and drifted almost over to the
coast a' Africy. The water ran low, and--"
"Well, if you are ready to sail, we'll start without further delay,"
interrupted Anderson Rover, and gave the necessary orders to Captain
Barforth.
"Good bye to home!" cried Dick, and took off his cap. "When we return
may we have the treasure safely stowed away in the hold or the cabin!"
"So say we all of us!" sang out Tom.
Steam was already up and a cloud of smoke was pouring from the funnel
of the steam yacht. The lines were cast off, and a few minutes later
the vessel was on her voyage down the Delaware River to the bay.
"You are sure we have everything necessary for this trip?" asked Mr.
Rover, of the captain.
"Yes, Mr. Rover; I even brought along some picks and shovels,"
answered the master of the steam yacht, and smiled faintly. He had
little faith in the treasure hunt being successful, but he thought the
trip down among the West Indies would be well worth taking.
It was a beautiful day, with just sufficient breeze blowing to cool
the July air. While they were steaming down the river the girls and
ladies, and some of the boys, sat on the forward deck taking in the
various sights which presented themselves. There were numerous tugs
and sailing craft, and now and then a big tramp steamer or regular
liner, for Philadelphia has a large commerce with the entire world.
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