“Not a word,” said Vince.
“I do not believe,” said the captain.
“’Course I never told ’em,” growled Daygo. “I dunno how they come here. I watched ’em times enough, and when I couldn’t watch I set a boy to see wheer they went. I couldn’t do no more, Capen.”
The Frenchman looked at them all in turn fiercely, and then he fixed his eyes on old Daygo again.
“And ze peoples up above, zey are look for zem—ze boy?”
“I dunno,” said Daygo. “I didn’t know they were here, and I dunno how they come. Dropt down with a rope, young gen’lemen?”
“No, zay come anozaire vay, my friend. It is good luck for you I do not find zey know how of you. But sink no one on ze island know?”
“I dunno,” said Daygo. “They don’t know from me.”
“You can go,” said the captain sharply, and the old fisherman thrust his hands very deeply down in the pockets of his huge trousers and was turning slowly away when Mike cried:
“Stop!”