“Yes; one of my men came and told me to-night. They all want to go back home, and they are kept at work.”
“Yes!” exclaimed Ned, “we ought to know.”
“Very well then,” cried Frank, rather ill-humouredly; “he knows where the boat is, and when you’ve done collecting, and we’ve had no end more trips, you can get your things onboard again, and go.”
“But we ought to know too,” said Ned, “in case of there being trouble. We might want to go in a hurry.”
“Yes; that’s right,” grumbled Frank. “Well, you are shabby. I haven’t had a companion for years now; and as soon as I’ve got one, you want to take him away.”
“But you used to do without one before I came.”
“Yes; but then I hadn’t had one. I say, never mind about all that. Settle down here till we all go. Perhaps we shall some day.”
“Hamet show the young master where the boat is?”
“Yes,” said Ned eagerly; and he forgot his weariness in the desire to know that which had been concealed from him.
“Why, I thought you were too tired to stir,” cried Frank.