"Yes," said Ed Mason, "any moment I expect to see Eb coming down
to the shore."

"With his pitchfork," added Mr. Daddles.

We got the anchor up, and the boat began to move out of the inlet.
The breeze was light, but two short tacks took us into the bay.

"Where do you want to go?" inquired the Chief, gravely. He was
sailing the boat.

"'Somewheres east of Suez,'" said Sprague. "I don't care. I should
like to go to sleep. And I should think you burglars would be
about ready for a nap."

"We are!" we all groaned.

"The Chief and I will stand watch," said Pete, "I'm not sleepy. By
George! It's a great night."

He yawned, stretched both arms in the air, and gazed up toward the
moon. Suddenly he brought both arms down at his sides.

"Great Scott!" he cried, "we've forgotten Simon!"

The Chief gave a snort of disgust.

"If you're going--" he began.