Not even honest old Joe's withering irony could affect the patient, so profoundly pleased was he to find the supernatural visitors gone—melted, as it were, into thin air.
Hunston turned on his side, muttering—
"If I had but the giant strength of Toro, I would soon take my revenge upon all this ship contains—yes, a deep and deadly revenge."
After a moment, he again muttered—
"I wonder if the brigand Toro is alive or dead, or if I shall ever have his help to destroy my old and hated enemy Harkaway."
CHAPTER XLVII
WHEREIN HUNSTON'S EVIL PROPENSITIES CATCH HIM IN A
TRAP—DANGER—ANOTHER SHARK—MR. MOLE SUFFERS.
"I have had such horrible dreams, doctor," said Hunston the next morning.
"I don't much wonder at your dreams being ugly ones," replied the doctor, significantly.