“He is a white man,” added George, “although he is disguised as an Indian. Why he should do so, I cannot understand, but I suspect he does not want any one to know that there are white men in this vicinity. It might draw others here, to which he appears to have a strong objection.”
“It has sumfin’ to do wid dat ’ere island!” asserted Jim.
“I believe you are correct.”
“An’ dere is spooks about, so’ de best ting we can do is to trabble. I—I—I—don’t tink the air around here ’grees wid me.”
“We must find a suitable place and settle down here for a few months, or, at any rate, until I understand the mystery about this Enchanted Island.”
“Jus’ as you says; I don’t care about Ingins, for I can come de gold trick ober dem, but I don’t like spooks.”
“Can’t you serve them the same way?”
“No; dey won’t hold still; dey is always oneasy, an’ den I’s afeered ob ’em.”
“They have never harmed any one as yet.”