"I'm sure the steward would have shot you," said Marjorie, who had regained her composure, and now stood beside Trask.
"Looked like it was all off to me," said Locke. "We'll have to square things with that Chink."
"What's this?" asked Jarrow, looking at the pan and bowl, and the sand on the deck. "Been lookin' for gold?"
"Tried some of it," said Trask.
"Find any?" asked Jarrow, with quick interest.
"No," said Trask, and Locke appeared startled, but said nothing.
"I better git into some dry duds," said Jarrow. "As soon as there's a capful of wind, we'll see what we can do about gittin' out of this hole, unless you want to go prospectin' ashore, Mr. Trask."
"Not with those fellows there," said Trask, looking over to where the boat was making a landing far up the beach. The other two men came down to meet the boat's crew, and there was a lively conference.
"But we can't go and leave poor old Dinshaw," said Marjorie.
Jarrow looked at Trask questioningly.