“You’ll do nothing, Mr. Hanleigh,” said Frank.
The man looked at them suspiciously.
“How do you know my name?” he demanded.
“It doesn’t matter how we come to know your name. But we’re here to tell you this, Mr. Hanleigh—you have no right to order us off the island. As a matter of fact, it works the other way.”
“What?”
“We’re not trespassing. You are. You have no right to be on this island at all. And you certainly have no right to be in this cabin.”
“Why, you young whippersnapper!” choked Hanleigh. “I’ll show you if I have any right to be here!”
“You can’t show us. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“None of your business!”
“It is our business.” Frank reached in his pocket and produced the key to the cabin. “See this key. Mr. Jefferson gave it to us. We’re in charge of Cabin Island from now on. I’d advise you to clear out unless you want us to report the matter to Mr. Jefferson. He can very easily have you prosecuted for trespassing on the island. He told us you had been given no permission to come here.”