“Yes, and the compass and the lanterns, and the fog-horn,” replied Bee, who had hurriedly peered into a forward locker. “That’s a fine note!”
“I’ll bet you anything it was that glass-eyed pirate!” exclaimed Hal wildly. “Honest Bill Glass! I hope—I hope he drowns!”
“You’re sure you had them when we came to the island?” asked Jack thoughtfully.
“Positive! It’s a wonder he left the anchor, the old scoundrel!”
“Maybe he’s coming back for that tonight,” suggested Bee.
“If he does I’ll be waiting for him,” answered Hal grimly. “What shall we do, Jack?”
And, as though echoing the question, at that moment the engine came to a final stop.