"It may have been fancy," she said, "but somehow I hardly think it was."
Harry endeavoured to quiet her fears, and was finally successful.
Meanwhile Turk was noticed to behave in a singular manner. He would walk all round the girl, looking at her, now and then, in a significant manner winking first with one eye and then the other.
Annoyed, Harry at length asked him what he wanted.
"Beg pardon, Miss," he stammered "but if you please, that bottle of grog!"
Mary blushed, and thrusting her hand in the pocket of her dress, pulled forth the flask, which she at once presented to the old sailor.
"Thank ye, Miss," said he, "it shall be preserved for your benefit."
So saying he pocketed the flask, and waded off to the raft to help get the box and barrel ashore.
This was soon done.
"We had better stand watch, to-night," said Harry, when the articles were brought to the shelter.