In these piping times of peace—and certainly in these seas—this could but be regarded as very strange. To the visitors it even had a sinister look.

On their way to the cabin Wade had an opportunity to whisper to Frank:

“Did you note those pistols?”

“Yes,” replied Frank.

“Are they cranks or pirates?”

Frank could hardly restrain a laugh.

“It is very mysterious!” he said. “Keep your eyes open. We will soon find out what it means.”

As they entered the cabin Poole motioned them to seats at a table. He sat opposite.

He was now plainly revealed in the glare of the cabin lamp. As his visitors thus got a good look at him, each experienced a peculiar sensation.

It seemed almost like a chill.