"Never did--leastwise, never knowed it, anyway," and Meg grew sober for a moment.
"Do you live here?" asked Jack.
"Yep."
"Alone?"
"Nope. I live with Mr. Pooler."
"Who is he?"
The girl eyed the young machinist in surprise.
"Why, I thought everybody knew him," she said. "He's the man who owns this island."
"What, the whole of it?" exclaimed Mont, in astonishment.
"Yep."