w Paul
looking at him, and here he set up a shrill chattering, which also
awoke Bob and caused Tom and John to whirl around.

"You fellows have got a good alarm-clock now, the way it looks," called
Tom, laughing, and taking in the situation. "Grandpa will save John
and me the trouble of stirring you sleepy heads up after this, I
expect."

Paul and Bob sprang out of their hammocks, and the former seized the
monkey and laughingly shoved his nose up against one of the window
panes. Far down below were the rolling billows of the great Atlantic,
the early sun striking them into many beautiful tones of green and
blue, and cutting a silver pathway across the curling crests. A school
of dolphins was leaping out of the water off to the left. From the
opposite window the youth could see a small emerald island in the
distance, but everywhere else was water, vast reaches of it.

Grandpa evidently had no eye for nature, as viewed from this novel
position, for he quickly twisted out of Paul's arms and jumped down to
the floor of the cabin, where he pranced about excitedly.

"It's just a little bit too high to suit your exalted monkeyship, isn't
it?" chuckled Paul. "Well, you'll get used to it, Grandpa, before you
get around the world with us! I'll promise you, sir, that you will be
the farthest-jumping and highest-jumping monkey that ever lived. You
ought to be proud!"

After getting something to eat, Paul relieved Tom at the throttle, and
Bob tried to get Freetown by radio. Failing, he did get Para, and
advised them of their safety and approximate position over the Atlantic.

Now that the weather had cleared up so that they could run in view of
the ocean, John and Tom themselves turned in for a much-needed sleep,
leaving their younger companions to direct the course of the Sky-Bird
on the last stage of the lap. The trade-winds were blowing freely, but
with a lack of gustiness which made progress against them quite rapid
and smooth.

It was two hours later that those in the Sky-Bird saw the coastline of
Africa jutting out into the sea in a great bulge, and a little
afterward they recognized landmarks agreeing with their chart. As they
were slightly south of their course, Bob made the proper deviation, and
in twenty minutes they were over a muddy field, marked with the
looked-for white T, at Freetown, Sierra Leone.

As they were spiraling downward they saw a crowd of natives gathered in
one portion of the field, an