Harry Green get her
again."

"We've got to stop here fur the yawl an' them bugglars," suggested the
chief.

"Well, get a crew ready to man the skiff," said Tom, throwing down the
handspike after hitting the rail one more blow harder than all the rest.
"You will take charge of the skiff, governor, and tow the yawl out to
us. We'll make her fast alongside, and take the outfit aboard as we go
along. Tell those robbers that if they want to sail with us, they can
get into the skiff. Be in a hurry, now, for we haven't a single instant
to lose."

When the skiff had been hauled alongside, the schooner was thrown up
into the wind, and Sam and two of his men pulled for the island.
Although they used all possible haste, a good deal of precious time was
consumed in towing out the yawl; and when she had been brought
alongside, and the Sweepstakes was ready to fill away again, the Storm
King was half way across the bay. During this time the schooner had made
considerable lee-way, having drifted past the head of the island. This
was something Tom had not calculated upon; and, so busy was he in
brooding over his disappointment, that he did not notice it, until it
was too late to prevent it. It had been his intention to run down the
north shore, where he could get the full benefit of the breeze; but he
was afraid to attempt it now, for the yacht was rapidly approaching,
and, if he rounded the head of the island again, he would, of course, be
obliged to sail directly toward her. This was something he did not like
to do, for he was already as close to the sloop and her angry crew as he
cared to be. The only course left him was to follow the south shore,
which he did; and in a few minutes he had left the yacht out of sight
behind the island.

"Let that skiff go adrift," commanded the skipper, as soon as the
schooner was fairly under-way. "We can't afford to have any dead weights
dragging after us now. Governor, turn to with the rest of the hands and
pass up the outfit. As we are in something of a hurry," he added,
turning to the robbers, "perhaps you gentlemen will lend us a hand."

The "gentlemen" declared themselves willing to do any thing; and, with
their assistance, the outfit was soon taken on board, and stowed away in
the cabin; after which the yawl was also turned adrift, and the
Sweepstakes, with nothing to retard her progress, bounded merrily on her
way.

"Hurrah for us, skipper!" cried the governor, joyfully, "we're off n