“They are prisoners too, of course.”
“But my schooner—my pleasure yacht?” said the doctor.
The captain slightly shrugged his shoulders, as he smiled—
“That will be well taken care of, sir, you may depend.”
“Ah, Rodd, my boy,” said the doctor, shortly afterwards, “you are getting plenty of adventures; but you needn’t be uncomfortable. This will all be cleared up. Well, Chubb, I am afraid you were right; at any rate the King’s officer seems to be quite of your opinion.”
“Yes, sir, but wait a bit,” said the captain. “I suppose they’ll get us close in, and I shouldn’t be at all surprised if we find, when we get to the other side of the island, that they’ve got the brig snug in shelter there.”
“What, captured too?” cried Rodd excitedly.
“Yes, sir. This sloop of war is kept here to cruise about the island and keep strangers off. That’s what she’s for.”