"You must not go ashore here," said the youth, eagerly, "not for worlds."
"Why?"
Jack was questioning the stranger while Harry Girdwood shot the boat into a favourable creek.
Harry jumped out.
"Come along," he said cheerfully.
"Safe on shore."
"And precious glad of it," added young Jack.
The stranger looked upon him in anxious expectation, and finding they were alone, he turned eagerly to his young preservers.
"Put off again," he said; "put out to sea, I tell you."
"Why?"