A month afterwards I was taken off by a passing schooner and
landed safe at Sydney."
Mr. Chalk stopped, and mechanically picking up the pieces of his pipe
placed them on the table.
"Suppose that you had heard afterwards that the things had been stolen?"
he remarked.
"If I had, then I should have given information, I think," said the
other. "It all depends."
"Ah! but how could you have found them again?" inquired Mr. Chalk, with
the air of one propounding a poser.
[Illustration: "'How could you have found them again?' inquired Mr.
Chalk, with the air of one propounding a poser."]
"With my map," said the captain, slowly. "Before I left I made a map of
the island and got its position from the schooner that picked me up; but
I never heard a word from that day to this."
"Could you find them now?" said Mr. Chalk.
"Why not?" said the captain, with a short laugh. "The island hasn't run
away."
He rose as he spoke and, tossing the fragments of his visitor's pipe into
the fireplace, invited him to take a turn in the garden. Mr. Chalk,
after a feeble attempt to discuss the matter further, reluctantly obeyed.
CHAPTER III
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