"We'll keep the cook," said Trask. "We can spare Doc Bird better."
Jarrow agreed, and suggested that he start at once, so Doc Bird was called and told to summon Dinshaw, and they set about throwing off the gripes of the waist boat and got it over the side with jury tackle in short order.
"I'll take a look about and see if we can find where they made a landin'," said Jarrow.
"You'd better come right back, this trip," said Trask. "It's important that I get some of that sand under the microscope or cook a little of it."
"Cook it?" asked Jarrow, puzzled.
"Certainly. I'll be able to tell in fifteen minutes whether there's a sign of gold on that beach."
Dinshaw came out, in great glee over an immediate landing on his island, and could scarcely be restrained from climbing over the side and into the boat long enough to have his coffee.
As the final preparations were being made for the departure of the boat, Marjorie appeared, clad in khaki, with a short skirt and heavy shoes.
"I'm all ready," she cried, thinking that everybody was embarking.
"We're not going yet," said Locke. "The crew's ashore, and the captain's going to do a little reconnoitering before we leave the schooner. We'll go right after breakfast, though, if everything's all right."