Then he waited in silence nearly an hour, fancying all the previous work would speedily be undone, and when it seemed certain the small guide had deserted him entirely, he heard his name whispered.
"Is that you, Jim?" he asked in a low tone.
"Yes. Where's that feller?"
"Left the island, I think. Why don't you row in here?"
"Is it safe?"
"It won't be if you don't take me off precious quick."
This threat had the effect of deciding the timid guide, and in a few moments the boat was paddled alongside the bank.
"What did you run away for?" Jet asked, angrily, when they were a short distance from the shore.
"What for? Didn't you hear that bullet come across my nose?"
"Of course he fired; but there wasn't much chance of being hit in the darkness."