Some day, if you are good boy and can be trust, you vill know everysings.

Perhaps ve go into ze Scheldt, perhaps ve make for ze Texel and ze Zuyder Zee, perhaps ve go noveres.

Now you know." He gave them a peculiar look and left them, and as the rain came on in a drifting drizzle the boys made this an excuse for going below.
"Mike," said Vince, as soon as they were alone, "got a pencil ?" "No." "And there is neither pen nor ink." "Nor yet paper." "Then we're floored there," said Vince impatiently.
"What did you want to do ?" "Want to do?
Why, write home of course, telling them where we were.

We surely could post a letter at the port." "No: he'll never give us a chance." "Perhaps not; but we might bribe some one to take the letter." "What with?
I haven't a penny, and I don't believe you have." Vince doubled his fists and rested his head upon them.
"I tell you what, then: we only gave our word for one day.

We must wait till we are in port, and then swim ashore.