“What is to be done with the other white people?” I demanded.
“The king knows.”
“If I can’t tell him he’ll send me back.”
After a struggle with his anger, Mr. Vancouver said, “The king knows what he has done with other castaways.”
“What do you think he has done with them?”
He started at me in a struggle with his patience, and said nothing.
“Do you think they were sent away?” I returned.
His fury broke. “No!” he exclaimed, and then suddenly checked himself.
“Then you think they are here yet?” I drove in.
He rose in a passion. “Tell the king to send me a man who isn’t a fool!” he stormed.