the island, and then demand checks, leaving them
there while he took the schooner back to Manila and got the money.

Bevins, Shope, and Pennock had no idea of what had been planned
until Jarrow told the whole plot ashore. Then it came out that
Peth's refusal to sleep aft was arranged by Jarrow and Peth to make
it appear that they were at odds. The demand for money was to be
made ostensibly by Peth, Jarrow always pretending that he was in
the power of the crew.

Doc's report of how Trask had "cooked" gold out of the sand had set
them all to burning sand, but when they found no gold after cooling
the sand, Peth and Doc had quarrelled, the mate calling the steward
names and charging him with being as crazy as Dinshaw. Peth doubted
Doc's story of Trask finding gold at all. Doc had been chased by
Peth, and in escaping from the mate's fury, the steward, being
barefoot, had burned his feet so badly that he couldn't walk,
having run into some of the red-hot sand.

So Doc was to have been left behind in the night attack on the
schooner, and it was due to his disability that the trio was able
to steal the dinghy. Bevins said that Doc had once killed a man,
and Jarrow knew about it, with the result that the captain held the
Negro under his control.

During the night they heard Peth halloing to the schooner, calling
for Jarrow, but they gave no answer. Peth continued to call, like a
dog baying the great moon which wheeled overhead, until along
toward dawn, when the fire on the beach flared up for a while and
then died.

Before daylight there was a nervous stir of air, and the sun rose
on a cloud from the north. The breeze freshened, and Bevins, now in
command, got the anchor, and under jib and reefed foresail they
headed out for the sea.

Jarrow's room having been cleared early in the night, and the
captain wrapped in old canvas, the body was dropped overboard as
they passed clear of the reefs, Trask saying from memory as much as
he could remember of the service for burials at sea.

Through the glass Trask saw a white figure watching them from the
edge of the jungle as they drove southward for Manila before a
steady wind from the northeast.

Marjorie, who had slept after midnight, leaned against the taffrail
with Trask, watching Shope and Pennock trimming the sails. Bevins
had the wheel but Locke was asleep below, having remained up all
night.

"Poor old Captain Dinshaw," said Marjorie. "He'll never have his
big hous