Chapter 18 MISKEL.

"Gone!"

"That's what!"

"Where?"

"Sailed away."

It was true that the Eagle was not where they had left it the night before, and, looking all around, they could find no trace of it.

"Thot bates me!"

The knees of the Irish boy seemed to weaken beneath him, and he sank in a limp heap on the ground.

"It beats the band!"

Frank was