"Devil Island alwus hes bin haunted," declared one of the listeners.
"That"s why it"s deserted ter-day. The quarry ain"t worked out, but the big boardin" house stands empty on the island; the house ain"t occupied----"
"Sence that woman from Rockland lived in it," broke in another.
"She didn"t live there long. I guess she saw things on the island that made her reddy to git off."
"Queer freak for a woman to live there all alone, anyhow," observed Jeb.
"We used to see her round the house or on the sh.o.r.e when we run down past the island, but all to once she was gone."
"Sence then," put in a man who had not spoken before, "I"ve seen lights in the winders of the old boardin" house at night and in the winders of the other house, though I"ve never ketched a glimp of a livin" critter movin" on the island by day."
"Oh, it"s haunted," nodded the one who had declared so before. "Anybody what wants to can go foolin" round there, but I"m goin" to keep away."
He rose to his feet. He was tall and thin, with a broken nose that seemed to tell the story of some fierce fight at an island dance. His starboard eye was crooked, so that it was difficult to tell just which way he was looking. He took in a fresh chew of tobacco and slouched out of the hotel.
"This is a place to see odd characters," said Merriwell.
Browning nodded.
They listened to the men who remained, and for some time there was an animated discussion about the creature on Devil Island. In the midst of it the hunchback left the room.
"I want to have a talk with that fellow," said Frank. "Come on."
They followed the hunchback outside.
"Wait a minute, if you please," called Frank, hurrying after the hunchback.
The fellow paused and turned round.
"What do ye want?" he asked.
His voice was harsh and unpleasant, and there was a suspicious look in his eyes.
"I heard your story about the creature you saw on Devil Island," said Frank.
"Waal, what of it?"
"My yacht is out there in the harbor, and I am thinking of taking her and running down to Devil Island. I have a great desire to get a look at the monster. You spoke about Bold Island harbor, and I want to find out just how to get in there and how near I can anchor to Devil Island."
The light in the eyes of the hunchback seemed to shift in a queer way as he stared at Frank. Browning had come up and was watching the fellow closely.
"You keep away from Devil Island!" almost snarled Put Wiley, as the deformed fellow had been called. "You don"t know what you"ll strike there, and----"
"I"ll take my chances on that. All I want of you is to tell me the best place to lay while I am down there. I want the _White Wings_ in a good harbor if a storm should come up."
"Waal, I don"t tell ye northing about it. All I"ve got ter say is keep away."
Then, despite Frank"s effort to say something more to the fellow, he hurried away.
"Well, that"s a really jolly chap!" observed Browning.
"All of that," laughed Frank.
"He didn"t seem to like your appearance, Merry."
"Well, I can"t say that I admired his appearance."
"You will have to seek your information elsewhere."
"It wasn"t so much that I wanted to find out about Bold Island harbor. I wanted to get him talking. Thought I might be able to trip him up if I got a good chance to ask him questions."
"But he wouldn"t talk."
"He seemed suspicious."
They watched the hunchback go into a store. Just before pa.s.sing through the door, which stood open, he turned his head and looked back.
"Wanted to see if we were following him," smiled Frank.
They walked about the village, finally returning to the hotel. As they approached the hotel Inza and Paula came out and asked to be shown around the village.
For an hour the four strolled about. From the yacht in the harbor Diamond saw them occasionally, and the Virginian"s heart was throbbing with anger. He felt that he could kill Bruce Browning without a qualm of conscience.
Finally the party returned to the hotel, but, before leaving the girls, Frank had invited them to be ready for a short cruise on the yacht the following morning, and they had promised to do so.
As the boys approached the wharf beside which their boat floated, a man came toward them and spoke to them. He was the man with the crooked eye and broken nose.
"I hear you chaps are thinkin" of goin" down to Devil Island?" he said, one eye seeming to look at Frank while the other looked at Bruce. "Is that right?"
"We may go down there," answered Frank.
"To-morrow."
"Better not."
"Why?"
"It"s dangerous."
"How?"
"You heard the yarns about the critter on the island, and you ought to know why."
"Those yarns are the very things that make me want to go down there,"
declared Frank.
The c.o.c.k-eyed man looked surprised.
"You don"t want to be ketched by the monster, do ye?"