"I don't know." Joseph Farvel gave a deep groan. "What beastly luck I'm having, to be sure! Did the native rob me?"
"You'll have to find that out for yourself," answered Leander. "We don't know what is in your pockets."
With some difficulty Joseph Farvel went through first one pocket and then another, and then he gave another groan.
"My purse is gone—and it contained over eight pounds!"
"You certainly had hard luck," was old Jacob's comment. "Where are you bound?"
"To the next village. I was—ah—roaming about these mountains, but I'm rather sick of it."
"The mountains seem to be very nice," observed Leander, dryly. "We are taking a look around, too."
"Indeed! Found anything of special interest?"
"No."
"It's a beastly island, and I shan't stay here long." Joseph Farvel staggered to his feet. "My head swims like a top!"