"No," said Dave emphatically. "He knows too much to try it! Mr. Adair," he continued, warmly grasping the artist's hand, "you have done us a service you little dream of."
"Glad of that," responded Adair, with a hearty smile.
"I don't know how to thank you. May I have this picture for a day or two?"
"Keep it--I've got the negative. Time to go, I fancy," added Adair, as the crew crowded with the repair tackle in their direction.
Dave saw the artist safely into the skiff, waved his hand in adieu, and went in search of his father.
Amos Fearless sat in the cabin, immersed in deep thought.
"What is the captain going to do, father?" asked Dave.
"He's all worked up, and I hardly know how to take him," replied Mr. Fearless. "His only idea for the present is to get away from Minotaur Island; he says they're a set of conscienceless plunderers."
"He is right in that," declared Dave. "Did you suggest to him anything about searching for the stolen gold?"
"I did, Dave."