"I might not have missed it for days," went on Trask, "but I had two, and——"
"Two!"
"I had a pair of them."
"And Peth got away with both of 'em!"
"No, only one. I have the other, and Mr. Locke has two. I went down to oil mine after Peth moved out, and found one gone when——"
"Then we're all right," said Jarrow. "If you and Mr. Locke brought guns we don't need to worry. I've got a couple, myself. I guess we can handle anything that carries away for'ard here."
"Why did you move the lantern?" demanded Trask.
"Oh," said Jarrow, "I had a mind to take it down so they couldn't find their way back to the schooner till mornin' unless it cleared up in good shape. But it won't clear. Smells like more rain."
"I think it's a good scheme," said Trask. "Let 'em stay off in the boat. Then we'll put Peth in irons when he comes aboard in the morning if we think he's been up to mischief, or plans trouble. We can handle the others. We can't take any chances with Miss Locke aboard."
"You're right!" said Jarrow. "I'll douse the glim and let 'em stay. If they want to cut up any didoes we can work the Nuestra back to Manila ourselves and the government'll take care of 'em for us."