"Talk all yez like now," the captain remarked, as he sat down upon a
drift-log. "It'd be a pity to spoil yer enjoyment, seein' that soon ye
won't be able to talk so free."
By this time Rod had placed the clothes in a safe place and, coming
back, sat down by the captain's side.
"Did ye bring the guns with ye?" the latter asked.
"Yes, here they are," and Rod held up two revolvers. "I found them in
the pockets, and thought it best to bring them with me."
"Ye did right, lad," and the captain took one in his hand. "Fine
weapon, that, and loaded up to the muzzle. Wouldn't yez like to have
it, eh?" and he held it out to the captives. "Too bad, isn't it, that
I've got to keep it? But this toy isn't safe fer every one to handle,
so I'll look after both myself."
By this time the fog had begun to lift from the face of the water, and
in the distance the outline of the shore of the mainland could be
faintly discerned. Then houses and hills came into view. The sun had
already started forth on its daily course, and was now swinging over
the tops of the pointed pines which lined the upper end of the island.
The fog gradually disappeared, fading away in soft filmy wreaths. Not
a breath of wind stirred the surface of the water.
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