He had a good voice, and his song was so popular that he had to give an encore. Afterwards Fitzhugh said that he must take Midchester away or he would break out again.
Good-nights were exchanged on the pier and the motor-boat headed south.
“Well,” said Tuckerman, “they’re a good pair of scouts. I don’t suppose this island has heard so much noise since old Sir Peter’s day. I like guests myself. And as there doesn’t seem any likelihood of finding the Cotterell treasure, I don’t see why we shouldn’t keep open house.”
“Oh, we haven’t given up hope of finding it, have we?” asked Tom.
“Benjie hasn’t,” said David.
They all looked at the black-haired boy.
“Why, of course, I haven’t,” he answered calmly. “And the more people who come out here to look for it, the more chance we have of finding it, I think. You don’t suppose Fitzhugh and Midchester came here just to see us, do you?”
“I bet they did,” said Tom.
“I bet they didn’t,” said Ben. “They took us in as a side-show on their way to the big tent.”