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156 chair and ran his hand through his hair, thoughtfully.

"Maybe you're looking for the Emma Brower," he said. "But she isn't a schooner, she's a bark. She left this port yesterday morning."

"Bound for where?" asked Dave, eagerly.

"Bound for Barbados."

"Where is that?" questioned Phil. "I've heard of the place, but I can't just locate it."

"It's an island of the British West Indies," answered Dunston Porter. "It lies about five hundred miles southeast of Porto Rico."

"If that's the case, then good-by to Merwell and Jasniff," murmured Phil. "We'll never catch them in the wide world."