But Jarrow's sharpness put an end to the pleasant relations which had been resumed. In a few minutes he found an excuse to leave the table and did not come back.
"We certainly have joined a happy family," said Locke. "If it wasn't that we were so near to this island, I'd be for turning the schooner around and——"
"Oh, Dad!" said Marjorie. "Don't take it so seriously! I want to see the island."
"So do I, but I hate to hear everybody aboard barking at everybody else. First it's Mr. Peth, and now the captain's on his high horse. They're not being paid to perform like a box of wild-cats, and I'll inform Captain Jarrow to that effect before long if things don't change."
"He wants to steal my island!" whispered Dinshaw.
Doc Bird, who was serving the coffee, started visibly, and looked at Dinshaw in amazement.
"What's that?" asked Locke, and Trask and Marjorie turned to the old captain.
"Jarrow and Peth want to steal my island and have all the gold," insisted Dinshaw, his face tragic.
"Steward, give my compliments to Captain Jarrow and tell him I'd speak to him," said Locke.
"I wouldn't do that," cautioned Trask. "Let's see what this is about. I don't think it's wise to jump at conclusions. What makes you think they're going to steal your island?"