Her captain escaped with me to this island, but he died of wounds and I buried him.
I can show you his grave." "How do I know that you, too, are not one of the pirates ?" "By taking me back on your ship to the colonies, and proving my tale.

If you don't find that every word I tell you is true you can hang me to your own yardarm." Captain Whyte laughed.

It was a fair and frank offer, but he was a reader of men, and he felt quite sure that the strange youth was telling the absolute truth.
"He's given me, sir, quite correct accounts of events that happened in the colonies last year," said Lanham.

"He was at Ticonderoga and his narrative of the battle agrees fully with the accounts that we received." And just at that moment coincidence stretched out her long arm again, as she does so often.
"I had a cousin at Ticonderoga," said Captain Whyte.

"A splendid young fellow, name of Grosvenor.