That night, after Bob had gone to bed, Mrs. Henderson had a talk
with her relative.

"I don't know what to do with Bob," she said. "He is always
getting into mischief. He is not a bad boy at heart, but he is
thoughtless."

"Yes, that he is," agreed Captain Spark.

"I am almost sure he was up to some prank tonight," went on Bob's
mother. "I shall probably hear about it in the morning, when some
of the neighbors call to make a complaint. Oh, dear, I wish I knew
what to do!"

"I'll tell you what," suddenly exclaimed the captain, banging his
fist down on the table with emphasis. "Let me take him to sea with
me aboard the Eagle."

"Take him to sea? Take Bob on a voyage?" asked Mrs. Henderson.

"That's it! You let me take him, and I'll guarantee I'll make a
man of him. The land is no place for a boy, anyhow. He needs a
bit of ocean travel to broaden his views."

"That is a strange proposition," said Mr. Henderson. "We must
think it over."