ous that he intended to hold
himself aloof from the rest of the party.

"Thinks he's navigatin'," whispered Jarrow, with a wink to Trask.

"He looks a lot better than he did," said Locke. "Has more colour
and walks with more vigour."

"Good eatin'," said Jarrow. "He perked right up the minute he come
aboard. Acts like he's master. Don't do no harm, only Mr. Peth gits
rubbed the wrong way sometimes. I say, if the old man gits any fun
out of thinkin' it's his own schooner, what's the odds?"

"How did you come out on getting anything certain about the
position of his island?" asked Locke. "From what you said last
night it was a sure thing."

"Oh, we know where we're goin' right enough," said Jarrow.

"Then he's given you some more data?"

"We ain't goin' on his say-so. He give me the leaf out of his old
log, with his noon position the day before he was lifted off his
course by the typhoon."

"Is that enough?"

"We ought to run slap into his island. It's one of the Capones, off
the Zambales coast. There's a whole flock of 'em, but the one I
figure on stands out from the rest, from what I've worked."

"Wilkins, at the hotel, was telling me the geodetic people couldn't
find the island."

"Wilkins?" Jarrow turned and looked at Locke intently. "Oh, yes.
Did he say anything about me?"

"Yes, he spoke very highly of you."

"Well, it's this way," said Jarrow, after a thoughtful pause. "The
old man didn't give 'em the right position. He said he'd piled up
near one of the Sisters, just to the south'ard of the Little
Sister, to be exact. But that's more'n sixty miles north of where
the _Wetherall_ struck. Ye see, the old man didn't want nobody to
find the island if he couldn't go himself. But he's all right now."

Peth came up the weather side of the poop, and seeing the trio with
the captain, turned abruptly to go forward again.

"Did you want to see me, Mr. Peth?" called Jarrow.

The mate stopped, and pushing his cap to the back of his head,
grumbled an assent.

"What about?" asked Jarrow, leaning his elbows on the top of the
cabin trunk.

"I wanted to speak private," said Peth, grumblingly.

"Well, sing out," said Jarrow.

"Thought I'd speak to ye about where I'd bunk, sir," said Peth.

"Didn't we settle that?" demanded Jarrow, with considerable
surprise.

"Not to my tastes," said the mate.

"What's the trouble?"

"I thought I'd take my gear out, if it's all the same to you, sir."

"Out where?"