"But not quite, eh?" Jack grinned
"Exactly. Now, don't let Josh know you suspect him," he cautioned them as he rose and led the way out on deck.
The natives had resumed their work of filling the oil tanks, but by three o'clock the task was completed and Mr. Lakewood announced that he and the captain had decided to put to sea at once and not wait until morning. "Kind of too bad not to say goodbye to the king," he added. "But we told him we might leave this afternoon and he said he'd try to come down."
"And there he is now," Jack announced pointing to the shore.
The old Ford ran down dose to the end of the wharf and then stopped with a suddenness which nearly threw the driver through the windshield. Jumping out of the car the king ran down to the boat and leaped aboard.
"I was afraid you might be gone before I could get here," he gasped as he held out his hands for them to grasp.
Followed an hour of pleasant conversation during which the king urged them to remain longer as his guests but, finding that they were determined to leave, he finally bade them goodbye about four o'clock and, insisting that they make him another visit sometime, he cranked up the Ford and disappeared up the street in a cloud of dust.
"Gee, but he did his best, short of asking outright, to find out where we're going," Jack declared as they turned back to the boat.
"I'll say he did," Bob agreed, "but I reckon it was nothing but curiosity."
"Which same killed the cat, you know," Jack reminded him.