r was he vexed
(as he might have been at another time) at Roger's crawling hither, in
pursuit of gain, to be made more ill by every breath he drew while
stooping over the rank mud.

"Don't be afraid, Roger," said Oliver. "I am not going to touch your
findings, or meddle with you. I want you to change your clothes,--to
put off that finery,--and to let me know where the bag of money is that
you took out of the chest."

Roger stared.

"I am going to pack that chest again; and I want to see everything in
it, that it may be ready if any boat should come."

"Boat!" exclaimed Roger.

"Yes: a boat may come, you know; and we must not detain it, if such a
thing should happen. If you die without restoring that money, Roger, it
will be a sin upon your soul: so tell me where it is, and have an easy
mind, I advise you. That will be a good thing, if you live an hundred
years."

"There is a boat here now! You are going to leave me behind!" cried
Roger, scrambling up on his feet, and falling again from weakness, two
or three times. "I knew it," he continued; "I dreamt it all last night;
and it is going to come true to-day."

"Mildred dreamed the same thing; and it is because you are both ill,"
said Oliver. "Lean upon me--as heavily as you like--and I will go home
with you, as slowly as you will, if you will tell me where the money-bag
is. You will find no boat there now, whatever there may be by-and-by:
but if you will not tell me where the money-bag is, I will shake you off
now, and leave you here. It is another person's money: and I must have
it."

Roger said he would tell, if Oliver would promise him not to leave him
alone on the island. Oliver assured him that there was no danger
whatever of the deliverers of some of the party leaving others to
perish. He owned that he was bound to make his sister his first care,
and Ailwin his next. As boys, Roger and himself must be satisfied to be
thought of last; but he hoped they should neither of them do an ill turn
by the other. He asked if Roger had ever received an ill turn from him.

"That is the thing," said Roger, sorrowfully: "and you have had so many
from me and mine!"

"I am sure I forgive them all, now you have once said that," cried
Oliver. "I forgive and forget them all: and so would father, if he
heard you."

"No! Would he? And he said once that he and his would scorn to be like
me and mine."

"Did you hear him say that? You used to hear every wor