“You do my dear uncle injustice, for he would be as little likely to betray you as any one.”
“No understand. Saltwater got tongue, but no eyes, no ears, no nose—not'ing but tongue, tongue, tongue!”
Although Mabel did not exactly coincide in this opinion, she saw that Cap had not the confidence of the young Indian woman, and that it was idle to expect she would consent to his being admitted to their interview.
“You appear to think you know our situation pretty well, June,” Mabel continued; “have you been on the island before this visit?”
“Just come.”
“How then do you know that what you say is true? My father, the Pathfinder, and Eau-douce may all be here within sound of my voice, if I choose to call them.”
“All gone,” said June positively, smiling good-humoredly at the same time.
“Nay, this is more than you can say certainly, not having been over the island to examine it.”
“Got good eyes; see boat with men go away—see ship with Eau-douce.”
“Then you have been some time watching us: I think, however, you have not counted them that remain.”