I had heard of Annette as forming one of a group of islands lying about thirty miles from the Land's End, but beyond that I knew nothing. It was evidently uninhabited, and regarded by the pirates, if pirates they were, as a safe place to bury their treasure.
Anyhow I determined to follow the directions given. So far I had done nothing to get back my own. I had been driven from pillar to post without making a single step forward. At worst I could but fail, while it might be possible that by this step I might be revenged on my enemies.
"Yes, Eli," I said, "we'll go, you and I."
"Tha's yer soarts," grunted Eli.
"We shall want a boat, and we shall want tools, Eli. How are we to get them?"
"Aisy, aisy," cried Eli.
"Come on, we must be off."
"We must walk to Land's End," cried Eli, "and git a boat there. Another say voyage, aw, aw!"
I did not altogether like this arrangement, and yet I knew no better plan, so we started on our journey. We had not gone more than a few yards when I turned and looked around.