"He does act that way," confessed Bruce.
"I am getting interested," declared Frank. "When I get a chance, I shall visit Devil Island."
"Where is it?"
"Not far from here, if I remember right."
"If I thought there was anything down there worth seeing, I wouldn't mind going myself," said the big Yale man; "but these fishermen are such confounded liars that you can't tell."
Those who had been listening to the story were urging the hunchback to tell some more. After a little time, he stopped wiping his face and said:
"That's all. The critter turned tail and disappeared, while I nigh pulled my arms out gittin' away. Anybody that wants to can go nosin' round Devil Island, but Put Wiley will keep away. Next time the critter'd git me sure."
"Now, whut do ye think of that, Sile Collins?" cried Jeb, triumphantly. "If I'm a liar, I ain't ther only one on Deer Island."
"Humph!" grunted Sile. "Let a yarn like this git started, an' half the folks that go near Devil Island will
see this ere critter. Some folks is great at seein' such things."