"Perhaps not, but you were perfectly willing to have him shot. Come, quick. I'm not going to argue all night."
Corrigan saw that Jack's patience was exhausted, and that the young machinist was not to be trifled with. He submitted without another word.
"Well, what's to do now," asked Farmer Farrell, when the job was finished.
"Suppose we row them over to the mainland and march them to Corney," suggested Jack. "It's half-past eight now. We can reach there by ten."
"I'll get my wagon, and we can drive over," returned the farmer. "But what of this man here? We can't leave him."
"Carry him up to the cottage," put in Meg, who had thus far been a silent spectator of what was passing. "There's medicine there, lots of it. It came from----"
Max Pooler glared at the girl.
"Shut up, will you?" he snarled. "How many times have I got to tell you to make you mind?"
"You can say what you please," replied the girl boldly, "and I will, too. I've left the island for good, and don't care what you do."
The miser turned pale with rage.