your duty, there's the end of it!"

Captain Hagar looked up, rose to his feet, and after gazing for a second
in the face of Captain Horn, he took his extended hand. "You're a good
one!" said he; "but you're bound to agree that it's tough. There's no
getting around that. It's all-fired tough!"

"Burke," said Captain Horn, quickly, glancing up at the noon-day sun,
"put her out there near the wreckage, and take an observation."

It was shortly after this that Mr. Portman, the sailing-master, came aft
and reported the position of the yacht to be eleven degrees, thirty
minutes, nineteen seconds north latitude by fifty-six degrees, ten
minutes, forty-nine seconds west longitude.

"What's the idea," said Burke to Captain Horn, "of steering right to the
spot? Do you think there'll ever be a chance of getting at it?"

Captain Horn was marking the latitude and longitude in his note-book.
"Can't say what future ages may do in the way of deep-sea work," said
he, "but I'd like to put a dot on my chart that will show where the
gold went down."

Nothing could be more unprofitable for the shaken and disturbed, spirits
of the people on the _Summer Shelter_ than to stand gazing at the few
pieces of wood and the half-submerged hencoop which floated above the
spot where the _Dunkery Beacon_ had gone down, or to look out at the
three boats which the pirates were vigorously rowing towards the steamer
in the distance, and this fact strongly impressed itself upon the
practical mind of Mrs. Cliff. "Captain Horn," said she, "is there any
reason why we should not go away?"

"None in the world," said he, "and there's every reason why your vessel
and mine should get under headway as soon as possible. Where are you
bound for now?"

"Wherever you say, Captain," she answered. "This is my ship, and Mr.
Burke is my captain, but we want you to take care of us, and you must
tell us where we should go."

"We'll talk it over," said he, and calling Burke and Captain Hagar, a
consultation was immediately held; and it did not take long to come to a
decision when all concerned were of the same mind.

It was decided to set sail immediately for Kingston, for each vessel had
coal enough, with the assistance of her sails, to reach that port. Mrs.
Cliff insisted that Edna should not go back to the _Monterey_, and
Captain Horn agreed to this plan, for he did not at all wish any
womankind on the _Monterey_ in her present condition. The yacht had
been found