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Dinshaw turned quickly and peered at him suspiciously, pursing his lips. "It is," he said, finally. "I don't see any other land in the picture," ventured Trask, scanning the canvas with more care. "Ye bet ye don't!" snapped Dinshaw, with sudden asperity. "I left that out so they can't find it. Lots as would like to find Dinshaw's island, young man, but I'm savin' it for myself.
I got a wreckin' business. You ask anybody in Manila about me." "And you say Dinshaw sent you?" "Yes, sir. I take it you've had a talk with him." "So I have." "Then it's all right. Understand he mentioned me." "You are Captain Jarrow? And you have a schooner?" asked Trask. "Jarrow!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Of course! Don't you remember, Dad? Captain Dinshaw told us about Captain Jarrow."
"I thought yould like to go over with me," said Jarrow. "No, I'll stick by the schooner until this hitch with the crew is straightened out." "Maybe Mr. Locke'll want to go?" "Not for me," said Locke. "Marjorie'll want to go when I do, and I don't want to have anything said about what's turned up. You take Dinshaw." "I'll need two men to row," objected Jarrow.
Jarrow blew his moustache and gave a suppressed sigh of agony. "Why why, Dinshaw he told me you wanted me and my schooner to go to his island!" Trask laughed outright in spite of his effort to keep still, and Marjorie gave an exclamation of amazement. Locke could only stare at Jarrow. "Told you I wanted your schooner! He certainly is crazy! Most absurd thing I ever heard of!" "Mr.
He stepped into the galley and felt along the bulkhead for the row of knives he had seen in their leathern pockets. He pulled out a large one, judging its size by the thickness of its handle. It was a formidable weapon. Dinshaw was still breathing musically. So far as Trask could tell, all hands in the cabin were asleep.
"Are we goin' to hang around and take chances just to pick up the old un?" "We can't leave Dinshaw," said Trask. "We've got to get him before we think of leaving." "You can suit yerself," said Jarrow. "I'm for gittin' out. They won't hurt him. Soon's we're gone, they'll all make over for the mainland. They've got some canned meat and hard bread. They took a lot of stuff with 'em last night."
Big enough as it goes, but it ain't the size what counts," and he broke into a cackling laugh, wagging his head, as if he held the secret of a great joke. "Where is it?" asked Locke. "Thar's lots as would like to know, sir," said Dinshaw, gravely. "But I ain't in the way o' tellin', not until I can see my way clear to go myself." "It is near the mainland of Luzon?" asked Trask.
He drew near the table with weary feet, hesitatingly and dazed, as though he had lost his way, peering about like an owl thrust into the light of mid-day from a darkened belfry. "Why, it must be Captain Dinshaw!" said Trask. The old man stopped ten feet from the trio and lifting his head like a hound who has taken scent, gazed at them suspiciously.
"Don't hurt his feelings." "Yes, sir," said Dinshaw. "Don't you want to go to your island?" asked Locke, gently. "Yes, sir." "Then we can't have this sort of thing, or I'll turn back to Manila. Captain Jarrow is in command." "I know now, sir," said Dinshaw, rubbing his forehead with his hand, as if to brush away something which affected his vision.
"You ought to eat some more," said Marjorie. "Can't stop," said Dinshaw, gathering up the other picture, which he had not unwrapped. "Can't wait for the tide. I'll go see Jarrow. He said he'd take me." "Now look here," said Trask. "Don't you say a word to anybody. Understand? Don't tell anybody!"
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