Broadbeam came storming by like a mad lion. "Why----" said Dave, with a sudden start, and glanced at Stoodles queerly. Whatever the artist's story had suggested, however, Dave did not have time to explain. Captain Broadbeam came storming by like a mad lion. "There's foul work here," he roared--"foul work all around. First that stupid, drunken pilot runs us afoul of a snag and stove a hole in our bottom. Now that rascally governor sends word asking a small fortune for the timber and truck and men to mend up the Swallow. All right. Pipe the crew, bosun. We'll have to overhaul the keel ourselves and do the best mending we can. Then I'm out of these latitudes mighty quick, I can tell you!" "There's foul work here," he roared--"foul work all around. First that stupid, drunken pilot runs us afoul of a snag and stove a hole in our bottom. Now that rascally governor sends word asking a small fortune for the timber and truck and men to mend up the . All right. Pipe the crew, bosun. We'll have to overhaul the keel ourselves and do the best mending we can. Then I'm out of these latitudes mighty quick, I can tell you!" "Don't he know?" inquired Adair, stepping closer to Dave's side and speaking confidentially. "Don't he know?" inquired Adair, stepping closer to Dave's side and speaking confidentially. "Know what?" inquired Dave, in some surprise. "Know what?" inquired Dave, in some surprise. "Why, that the snag he ran into, or rather the snag the pilot ran him into, was a sunken brig that everybody on the island has known for years blocked the creek bottom." "Why, that the snag he ran into, or rather the snag the pilot ran him into, was a sunken brig that everybody on the island has known for years blocked the creek bottom." "Is that so?" said Dave. "Is that so?" said Dave. "As I get it from the talk of the natives here, yes," said Adair. "As I get it from the talk of the natives here, yes," said Adair.
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