I glanced at Esau, and as soon as he had paid we set off at a run, reaching the little steamer just as she was being cast off from the wharf.
“He ain’t here,” cried Esau, excitedly. “What shall we do—stop?”
“No,” I said; “let’s go on. We may find our chests on board.”
“Yes,” he said, sarcastically; “may. Well, we can come back again. Oh, what a set of thieves there are abroad.”
We were by this time on deck, and after a quick glance round, I pitched upon a man who seemed to be either skipper or mate.
“Were two chests sent on board here belonging to us?”
“One-eyed man with ’em?” he said, looking at us curiously.
“Yes,” I cried eagerly.
“All right. Down below.”
“There, Esau,” I cried, gripping him by the arm. “What do you deserve now?”