"I've got no call to please you," growled the sailor with astonishing frankness.
"Then why did you come with us?" inquired Madden amazed.
"Wanted to see the schooner."
"And what have I done to you?"
"Called me a thief!" the sailor elevated his dull tone. "After I telegraphed ye about th' men... fought for ye... called me a thief!"
"Was that you tapping on the dock?"
Greer nodded resentfully. "And ye insulted me for it."
"I'm sorry... I was almost wild that night. I'll apologize... before the crew."
"I don't care nothing about that dull English crew." This strange fellow's tone carried in it an illiterate man's undying resentment.
"Since you feel that way," panted Madden at last, "I think I ought to tell you—he took the medicine chest," Leonard nodded at the finely carved motionless face that lay on the float before them.