"Coffee they dosed you with?" queried Dave. "Were you drugged?"
"I must have been, lad. I met some men, and they wanted me to drink with them. I refused. Then they offered me some coffee and native cakes, and, to be sociable, I took the stuff. Directly afterward I began to grow sleepy, and then I didn't know a thing until I woke up at the end of that lane awhile ago."
"Did you know the men?" asked Roger.
"I did not, but they pretended to know me. It's queer they didn't rob me. I wonder why they drugged me?"
"I don't know," answered Dave, "unless"
"Unless what?"
"I shouldn't like to say, Captain Marshall. But I'll tell you one thing, you are wanted on board of the Stormy Petrel at once."
"Who wants me?"
"Phil Lawrence. We have learned something about Mr. Van Blott which we think you ought to know. But you must get your head cleared up, first of all."
They walked the captain back to the bark, and, by accident more than design, managed to get the skipper on board without the supercargo seeing the party. Then they called Phil into the cabin, and in the meantime got the captain some fresh water and, some other things they fancied might do him
