"I'll fix that," answered Dick. "Come, Sam. You say the yacht
is at the foot of the street?"

"Yes."

"We'll be there in less than five minutes."

"Where are you going -- to buy provisions?"

"Yes."

Dick made off, followed not only by Sam, but likewise by Tom. He
found a large grocery close at hand, and here purchased some
coffee, sugar, canned meat and fish, a small quantity of
vegetables, and also several loaves of bread and some salt. To
this Tom added a box of crackers and Sam some cake and fruit, and
with their arms loaded down they hurried to the Searchlight.

Martin Harris was on hand, and ready to cast off. "Hullo, you
did lay in some things?" he grinned. "I reckon you calculate
this chase to last some time."

"We've got enough for several days, anyway -- that is, all but --
water," returned Dick.

"I've got a whole barrel full of that forward, lad."

"Then we are ready to leave. I hope, though, we run the Flyaway
down before noon," concluded the elder Rover, as he hopped on
board.