"How about it?" he asked. "Are we goin' to hang around and take chances just to pick up the old un?"
"We can't leave Dinshaw," said Trask. "We've got to get him before we think of leaving."
"You can suit yerself," said Jarrow. "I'm for gittin' out. They won't hurt him. Soon's we're gone, they'll all make over for the mainland. They've got some canned meat and hard bread. They took a lot of stuff with 'em last night."
Jarrow departed for his room, leaving a wet trail behind him.
"He's all right," whispered Locke. "If we can get Dinshaw, we're fixed up to leave."
"We'll keep an eye on the captain just the same," said Trask. "I rather think he's had all he wants of Peth and the crew, even if he was going to stand in with them at one time."
"Oh, I guess he's straight enough," said Locke. "But you didn't tell him about that gold."
"He was keen about what you'd found," said Marjorie. "I suppose he didn't understand what the steward said."
Trask laughed, and leaning over to Locke, whispered: "There wasn't any gold in the sand."
"No gold?" said Locke, staring at him.