ted Berwick. "It is like a premonition of
evil whenever I hear his name."

"Come on," said Tom, picking up his rifle. "The sooner we get there, the
better."

As they journeyed toward the harbor, the professor related to the others
the facts concerning his acquaintance with Mr. Jranvin, now the chief of
Rarihue. He spoke of his fine character, and recalled his long struggle
with adversity because of inherited pulmonary trouble.

"And do you really believe that he knows about the treasure and that it
is gone?" asked Tom.

"I believe that he speaks of what he knows, but I think it not unlikely
that he could tell, if he would, where it is gone."

"Then is our venture a failure?"

"Who can tell? Anyway we shall not give up the search."

As there seemed reasonable assurance that they were alone in the forest,
they advanced rapidly and exercised no special caution till they were
nearing the harbor. Approaching the fringe of wood near the water's
edge, they carefully made their way to a point where an unobstructed
view was had of the bay. Tom was the first to announce to the others the
identity of the other vessel they had seen from the tree top.

"By all that is wonderful! If there isn't the Sea Eagle just moving out
of the harbor!"

"The Sea Eagle? Well, this is hard," said Jo. "Just to arrive in time to
see her sailing away."

"And what a row they are having on board the Marjorie; looks like a
regular mutiny," cried Berwick.

The panorama on the bay, which was being enacted before them, was
one of startling interest. What had happened to have brought the now
disappearing Sea Eagle to the harbor they could not determine, but
disorder and confusion was apparent on the Marjorie's decks.

"Captain Beauchamp is not to be seen," said the professor. "There seems
to be merely a lot of sailors, and it looks as if two factions were
contending for the mastery."

"Jim is not there," said Jo, sadly. "I wonder what has become of him?"

"Probably he is still a prisoner, and we--hush! There is somebody moving
through the woods!"

Some one was approaching, but in a slow and hesitating manner, yet
making no effort at concealment.

"It is the steward," whispered Jo, after a moment. "Be ready, Tom, we
will get him for sure!"

Absolutely motionless they all were until the steward had come to within
a dozen feet of where they lay hidden, then, as he turned to move in
another direction, Jo and Tom, at a signal from the former