"If they come lookin' for pay, we're lucky," said Jarrow.
"Now, captain, let's get down to cases," began Locke, with a look at Trask which indicated that he was done with temporizing with Jarrow. "What are you going to do?"
Jarrow looked at him quickly, as if surprised, and made a grimace.
"What do ye expect me to do?" he demanded, with a show of temper in his voice.
"We'll start for Manila in an hour unless the crew's back aboard. Can't you give 'em a signal of some sort?"
"Sure," said Jarrow. "I can run the Blue Peter to the fore truck. I'm ready to go now—if you'll start whistlin' for a wind." He wet the tip of his finger on his tongue and held it up.
"You take it all-fired calm," said Locke. "What's the idea? Are you going to sit down and wait for the crew to make up their minds to work?"
"They've probably gone to the island to find gold," said Trask, who realized that Locke had not grasped the situation fully. "It looks as if they won't attempt to come back."
"Oh, that's the game, is it?"
"Looks like it," said Jarrow.