Thinking that Cabot had arrived, he shouted a cheery greeting, but turned to survey the general effect of what he had done before going on deck.

The next minute some one softly entered the cabin and sprang upon the unsuspecting youth, overpowering him and flinging him to the floor before he had a chance to offer resistance.
Here he was securely bound and left to make what he could of the situation, while his captors swarmed through the schooner with exclamations of delight at the richness of their prize.
As White slowly recovered from the bewilderment of his situation he saw that his assailants were Indians, and even recognised in one of them the hideous features of the lad whom Cabot had named Arsenic.
"What fools we have been," he thought, bitterly.

"We might have known that he would come back with the first band of his friends that he ran across.

And to make sure that they would find us we filled the country with sign posts all pointing this way.

Seems to me that was about as idiotic a thing as we could have done, and if ever a misfortune was deserved this one is.