Had our hero been sure the girl was a captive, he would have felt like following the Pirate at a distance and making an attempt to have the proper authorities render the girl assistance when Capt. Horn ran into some port.
If it was true she was crazy, the boys would make themselves objects of ridicule by interfering in her behalf.
The situation was discussed, and they finally decided to continue on their course to the Thimbles.
They steered for Pot Rock and the cove, where it was said Capt. Kidd had hidden his vessel, and near which, it was supposed, his treasure was buried.
It was past three in the afternoon when they ran into the little steamboat dock.
CHAPTER III.
ON THE ISLAND.
Under a tree they lunched, drank their beer and smoked cigars and cigarettes. They were jolly, seeming to have forgotten the adventure with the mysterious black schooner.
Browning stretched his massive frame on the ground and puffed away in serene laziness.
“I’d like to stay right here the rest of my life and do nothing but eat and drink and sleep,” he grunted.