"I think we had better be going myself," said Jack. "Ben Bowline?"
"Sir to you, sir," said the seaman.
"Steer south, and go on a free wind at four miles."
"Aye-aye, sir!" said Ben, and they all set out for home, as they called the yacht.
"Talkin' about calves," said Ben Bowline as they were walking on in a body through the woods, "there was another adventure of mine which——"
"You're a liar!" suddenly interrupted a strident voice speaking in Spanish and then some bad language in the same tongue followed.
"Mah goodness, dat am fightin' talk!" exclaimed Bucephalus. "Ah wouldn' stan' dat, Sailorman."
"Jus' wait till I get my mudhooks onto him," growled Ben, "an' I'll let Trim know whether I'll stan' it or not."
"There are people on the island besides ourselves," muttered young Smith, getting close to Jack and Dick. "Maybe they own the calf."
"If you tell them anything about me," sputtered Billy, "I won't speak to you again in a week."