"Now I know you're lyin'."
The Minion nodded his head, still weakly persistent, and then laid down again upon the grassy slope of the beach.
"There ain't any boat hereabouts," said the Bo's'n, "begging your par——"
He stopped short and surveyed the Minion contemptuously, "Forgot it was you."
"Dinghy," said the Minion.
The Captain arose lazily. "Don't talk with that fool, Bo's'n. I'm tired as three men. I'll go to bed." Bed! Poor Skipper! The soft side of a rock was his bed. I followed the Skipper shortly, and found him in close conversation with Cynthia.
"How can you be sure he's gone?" asked the Skipper.
"Why, one proof is that my blanket and pillow are gone, too."
"The ungrateful wretch!" said the Skipper.
"I don't believe he's ungrateful," said Cynthia. "He never seemed ungrateful. Perhaps the pirates came back and took him off. I wonder"—with a look in my direction—"if that handsome pirate was with them?"