"Call the cap'n, sir?" asked Doc, on his way to the companion.
"Never mind," said Locke.
"What reason have you for believing that Jarrow and Peth want to steal your gold, captain?" asked Trask, gently.
"I know," said Dinshaw, wagging his head.
"How do you know?"
"I—I dreamed it. I was asleep out there in the long boat and heard 'em talking."
"We can't very well blame Jarrow for what you dream," said Locke, relieved that there was nothing more substantial to Dinshaw's charges than a dream.
"I didn't dream it," said Dinshaw, with sudden conviction. "I heard 'em talk. Jarrow said if there was gold on the island, he and Peth was to have it for themselves."
Doc chuckled, and showed his teeth in a broad smile, with a sly wink at Trask.
"He talks in his sleep," whispered Doc into Trask's ear, as he bent over to remove a plate.