"Perhaps it's just as well," replied Trask. "He was too old and pitifully crazy ever to enjoy anything. It's likely he would have suffered more if he'd never come to his island. And he might have killed somebody not so deserving of the fate he meted out to Jarrow."
"I suppose you'll come back and really look for gold when we're gone," she said.
He looked at her.
"No more of that island for me," he said. "The government will most likely send a boat to get Mr. Peth and Doc but I wouldn't come back here if the island were all gold."
"Why not?" she asked, somewhat surprised.
"Because it meant great peril for you. I would not care to have those terrible dangers recalled. I want to think of you as safe and happy. But there's one thing about it all which gives me satisfaction."
"What's that?"
"You'll never forget me!"
"Why, Mr. Trask, of course I won't! What a silly thing to say!"
"You might if it hadn't been for what we've been through in this schooner." He looked out over the sea.