“I don’t mind tellin’ you that I don’t expect to go there many times more. I’m going to get even with that man.”
“What man?”
“Why, Mr. Halsey.”
“Who is he?”
“He’s the man that stays summers on Cockburn Island. Leastwise he stays there part of the time.”
“Is he the man that has the little house that looks like an old shanty about a quarter of a mile back from the shore? Does he have a Japanese servant and is there a little barn back of the shanty?”
“What do you know about that barn?” demanded the skipper turning abruptly about and staring at the boys.
“We don’t know anything about it. I’m just telling you about the place and asking you if Mr. Halsey is the name of the man who lives there.”
“I guess you’re all correct,” said the captain. “That’s his name and I guess that’s the place where he lives. He’s the man I was tellin’ you about.”
“The one who employs you?” inquired John.