CHAPTER VIII

SKULL AND CROSS-BONES It must have been about eleven o’clock in the morning of that third day when all four of the ship’s company were at the look-out place at the northern end of the island. The mate was sewing a button on the boy’s shirt, and as the boy was inside it, she was finding it difficult. The captain was busy with some string, trying some of the knots in _The Seaman’s Handybook_. Able-seaman Titty was lying on her stomach in the heather, now and then looking through the telescope at the woody point that …