"My yacht is out there in the harbor, and I am thinking of taking her and running down to Devil Island. I have a great desire to get a look at the monster. You spoke about Bold Island harbor, and I want to find out just how to get in there and how near I can anchor to Devil Island."
The light in the eyes of the hunchback seemed to shift in a queer way as he stared at Frank. Browning had come up and was watching the fellow closely.
"You keep away from Devil Island!" almost snarled Put Wiley, as the deformed fellow had been called. "You don't know what you'll strike there, and——"
"I'll take my chances on that. All I want of you is to tell me the best place to lay while I am down there. I want the White Wings in a good harbor if a storm should come up."
"Waal, I don't tell ye northing about it. All I've got ter say is keep away."
Then, despite Frank's effort to say something more to the fellow, he hurried away.
"Well, that's a really jolly chap!" observed Browning.
"All of that," laughed Frank.
"He didn't seem to like your appearance, Merry."