Rex did not much fancy his situation and would have crept away almost immediately, having discovered enough for the time being, had not a topic of conversation arisen between the quartette in the tent that could not fail to hold his attention.
"Wonder if that catboat got around the point all right?" Kirby ruminated, evidently scanning his cards. "Say, Pudge! You're some poor dealer."
"Didn't see a thing of it after we got back to camp," the fat fellow said.
"Too dark," grunted Ben's voice.
"May be lying off there at anchor—shouldn't wonder," the fourth fellow lazily observed.
"You don't think so, do you, Horrors?"
"Why not?"
"If they anchored here they mean to land on the island in the morning—what?"
"Thought nobody ever came here," complained Ben.
"There's one party we can expect—is that your idea, Harry?" drawled the languid fellow.