"Wilkins?" Jarrow turned and looked at Locke intently. "Oh, yes. Did he say anything about me?"
"Yes, he spoke very highly of you."
"Well, it's this way," said Jarrow, after a thoughtful pause. "The old man didn't give 'em the right position. He said he'd piled up near one of the Sisters, just to the south'ard of the Little Sister, to be exact. But that's more'n sixty miles north of where the Wetherall struck. Ye see, the old man didn't want nobody to find the island if he couldn't go himself. But he's all right now."
Peth came up the weather side of the poop, and seeing the trio with the captain, turned abruptly to go forward again.
"Did you want to see me, Mr. Peth?" called Jarrow.
The mate stopped, and pushing his cap to the back of his head, grumbled an assent.
"What about?" asked Jarrow, leaning his elbows on the top of the cabin trunk.
"I wanted to speak private," said Peth, grumblingly.
"Well, sing out," said Jarrow.
"Thought I'd speak to ye about where I'd bunk, sir," said Peth.