"I've had an awful night—my mind is in a perfect whirl," went on the master of the Stormy Petrel.
"We'll soon have you safe on the bark," put in Roger.
The two assisted the captain to his feet. His eyes had a peculiar stare in them. Suddenly he clapped his hand to his pocket.
"Funny!" he muttered. "Very funny! I've got my watch! And I've got my money, too!"
"Did you think they were gone?" queried Dave.
"Well, I shouldn't be—be surprised. I thought they did it to rob me. What time is it? Oh, but I am weak in the legs, boys!"
"It is about eight o'clock."
"In the morning?"
"Yes."
"Then I must get back to the Stormy Petrel by all means. I—how did you come to find me?"