"Not him, the devils put him ashore in some bay in the North-West, and
he's there now, if the natives have not made a meal off him."
This was good news to Jack and Danks, but they betrayed no surprise.
"Then we may find him when we go north," replied Phil.
"You are not going to stop here?" questioned Amos, eagerly.
"It all depends upon our luck, and how you and your mates behave."
"Leave the pearling alone and we shall not interfere."
"That's very likely," replied Phil, "we have not come five hundred miles
for the benefit of our health."
"Then you mean to fish?"
"Yes, and you cannot stop us."
"We'll see about that when you start," replied Amos, but he spoke in
such a tone that Phil Danks knew he had given in and was merely showing
off before the men, who had drawn nearer.
"Come on board and talk it over," suggested Danks.