"No. The 'gold' was just some brass filings I made in the forecastle out of an old brass cleat that was hanging on a nail in my room for a clothes hook," and he took from his pocket the piece of metal and displayed the groove he had cut in it with the file.
"What the dickens did you do that for?" asked Locke.
"To see if Doc would stand in with the crew, although I didn't expect it would result in his pulling a gun on me. I thought that if he was against us, he'd try to get back ashore with the news. Now if they think the island is full of gold, they'll be content to stay there and not bother us. But I didn't want to fool Jarrow. He might not be so anxious to leave, if he had what he thought to be proof that there was plenty of gold."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Marjorie. "I'd hoped that Dinshaw's dream had come true."
"Had me going all right," said Locke.
Before long Jarrow came out, in dry clothing, smacking his lips after a drink, and lighted a long cigar.
"Now," he began, "how're we to git Looney Dinshaw back?"
"Go for him with the boat," said Trask.
"You come along?" suggested the captain.
"I'll stick by the schooner," said Trask.