Chapter 20 THE GOLDEN GALLEON. 20

A sharp hail from Harry, who had the glasses, aroused Frank from a reverie into which he had fallen as the Golden Eagle skimmed along. It was some time since she had left the ill-fated Durham Castle.

"Look, Frank,-here, take the glasses," the younger boy cried excitedly,-"there's a queer-looking ship dead ahead of us-can she be the Buena Ventura