tain. "I am Captain Marshall, of the ship Stormy Petrel. What island is this?"
"Dis Yam-kolo Island," answered Soko, still grinning. "How you come dis way? Where he ship?"
"Some rascals have stolen my ship. She is a fine-looking bark. She was here a few days ago. Have you seen her?"
"No see ship, no—no ship, so many days," and the native held up four fingers, all stumpy and not overly clean. "Steal ship on you? Big thief, yes!"
"You are right. Where do you come from?"
"Come from Waponu. Dat on Sobago Island."
"Yes, I have heard of the place." The captain turned to the others. "It is a native village some ten miles from the town for which the Stormy Petrel was bound," he explained.
"Then perhaps they can take us to Sobago," said Dave, eagerly.
"Perhaps they can," answered the captain. "But it must be a long trip in such a canoe as that."
"Tell me," said Dave, to the native. "Do you come here often?"
"Sometime, not many time," answered Soko, still grinning. He was evidently of a sunny disposition.
"Did you ever come here with a man named Dunston Porter?"
