ong Jarrow came out, in dry clothing, smacking his lips
after a drink, and lighted a long cigar.

"Now," he began, "how're we to git Looney Dinshaw back?"

"Go for him with the boat," said Trask.

"You come along?" suggested the captain.

"I'll stick by the schooner," said Trask.

"Then I'll take the cook."

"Not unless the cook wants to go of his own accord," was Trask's
reply. "I'm not going to ask Tom to do anything."

"Want me to go alone?" asked the captain, in surprise.

"I suggest that you row up toward the point, and call Dinshaw down
to you. You can get him easy enough, and I'll stand watch here to
see that you're not headed off by the dinghy."

Jarrow said nothing to this, but went aft for his glass, and
studied the group far up the beach. The sailors were gathering wood
from the jungle, and making a pile about halfway between the edge
of the forest and the water.

In a few minutes a curl of white smoke was rising from the pile
they had laid.

"Gittin' a meal ready," was Jarrow's comment, and he went into the
cabin where Shanghai Tom was setting the table.

"Doc is making a fire to melt some gold on his own account," said
Trask to Locke and Marjorie. "I wish him luck. Dinshaw is still
piling sand into little dunes up near the point."

CHAPTER XIV

WHAT JARROW WANTED AND WHAT HE GOT

Captain Jarrow spent an hour or two loafing about the schooner and
swearing under his breath as he regarded the shore, where the crew
was going through mysterious incantations.

But Trask understood that Doc was initiating them into the
mysteries of smelting out gold from sand. To all appearances, it
was utterly devoid of anything approaching gold.

Finally, after a conference with Locke and Marjorie, Trask put
before the captain the matter of bringing Dinshaw back. But Jarrow
was inclined to be sulky about it. He objected to having "it put up
to him to bring the fool aboard," as he expressed it.

"None of us will leave the schooner under the circumstances,"
declared Trask.

"But I want the cook," said Jarrow. Trask had joined him on the
forecastle and the others remained in the cabin.

"The cook stays right here with us," said Trask. "I don't intend to
take a chance at losing another man."

"You don't seem to look on me as worth much," said Jarrow, as he
gazed at the column of smoke which rose straight in the air and
hung over the island like a volcanic vapour, spreading out into a
funnel-shape