"There are plenty of small islands further down the coast. One of those would suit our purpose," struck in another voice, which Rob recognized as that of the pallid-faced Gyp.
"Dot's a good idea," agreed Berghoff; "gedt out der chart and look one up."
The voice sank into inaudibility and Rob threw himself back on the bunk. At least he knew now what to expect, isolation and captivity with three desperate men. It would be wrong to say the lad was frightened. Possibly the very nature of his predicament had dulled his brain, as is sometimes the case.
"I wonder if they are looking for me now?" he mused, and with the thought came a glad realization that Merritt knew of the signals from the island and would inform the ensign of them.
"If they only follow me up quickly, maybe they can overtake this craft," he said to himself, "although she's a fast one."
At this juncture of Rob's cogitations the door was thrust open and Gyp entered with some food and water.
He placed them on the floor and started to leave the room in sullen silence, when Rob stopped him.
"What are you going to do with me?" he demanded.
"Don't ask no questions and you'll get told no lies," growled the man, slamming the door and relocking it on the outside.
"Well," thought Rob, "it's plain that I'm to be kept in the dark as to my fate. Well, it's no use worrying. I'll tackle this food and take a good long drink of water and then see if I can come to any conclusion."