“That would be polite!” scoffed Dick. “Why, we wouldn’t do that to a Greaser out West. You haven’t any sense of hospitality; and you’re too suspicious, besides.” “That’s what he said,” murmured Chub. “And he was right. The idea of accusing him of going to shoot you!” “I didn’t! I just meant that he was feeling for a revolver, like he was scared. I didn’t think he meant to shoot us.” “Same thing,” said Roy. “Men don’t carry revolvers in their pockets if they’re all right.” “That’s what I’m saying,” answered Chub triumphantly. “But you don’t know he had a revolver there,” said Roy. “He said it was a handkerchief he was after, and he showed it to you.” “Yes, but he might have had a revolver there too, mightn’t he? Besides, I don’t know that he didn’t put the handkerchief there after he got into his coat. I wasn’t watching him.” “You ought to have been,” said Roy severely. Chub grunted. Then he returned to the argument. “What’s that map for, then?” he demanded. “Maybe he’s employed by the Government to make--observations,” suggested Dick vaguely. “They do that.” “Oh, tommyrot!” said Chub. “You fellows make me tired. I’m going to bed.” “Guess we’d all better go,” said Dick, yawning. “If we’re going to finish painting that boat to-morrow we want to get to work before the sun’s very hot.” Chub and Roy groaned in unison. But they didn’t paint the boat the next day, as it happened; nor for many days afterward. For when they awoke in the morning it was raining hard and by the time breakfast was over with it had settled down into a regular torrent. Going for Harry was quite out of the question. They passed the morning as best they could, remaining, for the most part, in the tent. They were glad enough for the ditch which surrounded them, for if it hadn’t been there they’d have had to sit in water. Even as it was little rivulets crept over the banks of the ditch and meandered across the floor. Roy was the only one of the three who wasn’t thoroughly bored by the middle of the afternoon. He was at work on his map of the island, becoming so absorbed in the task of tracing his lines on the big sheet of paper he had purchased for the purpose that he forgot all about the weather. Once it became necessary to verify a portion of his map, and he donned his thickest sweater and went around to Turtle Point, unheeding the ridicule of the others. By supper-time he had finished it, and although there were many criticisms offered he was very proud of it. After supper Billy Noon came over to visit them, and they were heartily glad to see him. There was no camp-fire that night, for they had thoughtlessly left their store of wood exposed and there wasn’t enough dry fuel, beside what was needed for the stove, to make any kind of a blaze. Billy was in the best of spirits and this affected the spirits of the others favorably. He shed a yellow oilskin coat and hung it from a tent-pole under the single flickering lantern.