"What do you think of it now?"
"We think we have seen quite enough of you Crusoe men," was the reply. "We shall leave you. You can go your way and we'll go ours."
"You'll talk to the governor before you go, won't you?"
"The governor! What do we want to talk to him about?"
"Why, about that money—the thousand dollars, you know."
"Guess not," answered one of the robbers, with a laugh. "Good-by, captain."
"You are not gone yet," said Tom, to himself. "If I know any thing you will be glad to come to terms before you are ten minutes older." He waited until the burglars were out of sight, and then, calling his crew about him, continued: "Those fellows are trying to cheat us out of their passage money. They can't find their way out of the cove without a guide, and if they ask any information of you, send them to me or to the governor. If one of you says a word to them about that path, we'll tie you hand and foot, and leave you here on the island. We'll show them that we are quite as smart as they are."
At this moment the governor came running from the cabin, breathless and excited, and, clambering over the rail, stormed up and down the deck, swinging his arms about his head like the shafts of a wind-mill. "Fellers," he shouted, "we're done fur now. Our cake's all dough. Jed's gone!"
"Gone!" echoed all the Crusoe men, in concert.
"Yes, gone—sloped—mizzled—cleared out—and I can't find hide nor hair of him. We'll have all them farmers down on us now."