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 passing 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 cock-eyed man looked surprised. "You don't want to be ketched by the monster, do ye?" "No, but we'd like to catch the monster," laughed Frank. "You can't do that. The critter ain't human. If he ain't the devil hisself, he's one of the devil's imps."