There, you have got all that I know of the matter now." "You are wrong, boy.

The schooner you saw is not the pirate; it is the Foam.

Strange, very strange!" muttered Henry.
"What's strange," inquired the lad.
"Not the appearance of the wounded nigger," answered the other; "I can explain all about him, but the sailors--that puzzles me." Henry then related the morning's adventure to his young companion.
"But," continued he, after detailing all that the reader already knows, "I cannot comprehend how the pirates you speak of could have landed without their vessel being in sight; and that nothing is to be seen from the mountain-tops except the Talisman on the one side of the island and the Foam on the other, I can vouch for.

Boats might lie concealed among the rocks on the shore, no doubt.

But no boats would venture to put ashore with hostile intentions, unless the ship to which they belonged were within sight.