Arsenic still squatted where Cabot had left him, gazing idiotically off into space.

At the same time a close observer might have imagined that his beady eyes twinkled with a gleam of interest as White's head appeared above the companion coaming.
"I guess it is all right," said White, rejoining his friend.
"Of course it is.

He couldn't swim ashore with the things, and there isn't any other way he could make off with them, except by taking them in the dinghy, and that chump couldn't any more manage a boat than a cow." In spite of this assertion Cabot finished his meal with all speed, and then hurried on deck, where he uttered a cry of dismay.

A single glance showed him that their guest, together with all the supplies prepared for their journey, was no longer where he had left him.

A second glance disclosed the dinghy half way to the beach, while in her stern, sculling her swiftly along with practised hand, stood the wooden-headed young savage who didn't know how to manage a boat.
"Come back here, you sneak thief, or I'll fill you full of lead," yelled Cabot, and as the Indian paid not the slightest attention he drew his revolver and fired.