"On this island!"
"Here?" says she, starting to her feet again, "Here, Martin?"
"Aye, 'twas this I was despatched to secure, after I had been rapped over the head with a pistol-butt!"
"And how must you find it?"
"I never shall, the secret of it was in the packet I tossed overboard. Adam may find it himself an he will."
"And you have no desire for this treasure?"
"None in the world." And now (at her earnest solicitation) I told her all my association with Adam, of my haunted days and nights aboard ship and my suspicions of Tressady; only I spoke nothing of Adam's avowed intent to steal the "Faithful Friend" to his own purposes.
"O wonderful!" says she, when I had done, and then again, "O wonderful! So this was why we were cut adrift. Truly Master Penfeather hath quick and subtle wits."
"A guileful rogue—and very wily!" says I, clenching my fist.
"But wherein is he rogue, Martin?"