“Not exactly,” says Mark.
“Anybody on the island?”
“We b-b-be,” says Mark.
“See a man sneakin’ around?”
“One in a rowboat,” says Mark, “with a f-f-fancy vest on.”
“Meanin’ me?”
“Calc’late so.”
“Say, young feller, you’re about the size and weight of somebody that sat on my stummick last night. By any chance was you him?”
“I was,” says Mark.
“You’ll excuse me for not recognizin’ your face,” says the man, cheerful-like, “but we was in the dark.”