“Ah!” exclaimed Wilson, so indignant at this avowal that he forgot all his fear; “then Chase and I were right in our surmises. Well, your little plans didn’t work, did they? But you have not yet told me what you are doing here. How came you in company with these deserters; and how did you get possession of the yacht?”
“That’s Mr. Bell’s business.”
“So, he had something to do with it, had he? I thought as much. Where are Walter and the rest of the fellows?”
“We left them somewhere about the village.”
“Where have you started for—Havana?”
“That’s another thing that don’t interest you.”
“Yes, it does. I know you are going there, and that you will start as soon as Tomlinson comes back with the provisions. Will you take me with you?”
“Not much. We’ve got all the crew we want.”
“Why, Pierre!” exclaimed Wilson, “you surely do not mean to leave me here? I am all alone. Chase has left me, and I haven’t seen Walter and the rest of the fellows since four o’clock this afternoon.”