“Well, he’s a character,” said Jack. “‘Honest Bill Glass,’ eh? I’ll bet he would steal the shoes off your feet if he had a chance!”
“A regular old pirate is what he looks like,” said Hal. “He might have stepped right out of one of those silly stories you’re forever reading, Bee.”
“Mightn’t he?” agreed Bee with enthusiasm. “But what was the matter with his eyes? Did you notice them?”
“Sure; one of them is glass,” replied Hal. “Gee, I’d hate to meet him on a dark corner at night! I’m not sure I won’t dream of him as it is. I hope he doesn’t come butting in here again.”
“He said he was going to bring us clams,” replied Bee. “I wonder where he lives.”
“Probably up there at the end of the river,” said Jack. “There are two or three shanties near the railroad. I guess, though, we can dig all the clams we need ourselves. I don’t like his looks, fellows.”
“But I’m glad he came,” said Bee. “I was beginning to get a bit discouraged. Now, though, we know that the treasure must be here.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t believe him on oath,” scoffed Hal. “Did you notice that shilling he passed around?”
“Yes, and if he found that here on the island—”