I don't know where this man comes from, but he's a regular smuggler, and there's no knowing where he'll take us." "But my father--your father--you don't suppose they'll stand still and let us be taken off without trying to stop it.

Father's just like a magistrate in the island." "Of course they wouldn't stand still and allow it to be done; but how will they know ?" Mike was silent, and his face now began to look haggard as he stared at his companion.
"Whoever knew that this Captain Jacques had a place in the island where he stored rich cargoes of foreign things?
Why, he may have been doing it for years, and your father, though he is like a magistrate, hasn't known anything about it." "No, nor your father either," said Mike sadly.

"I don't think anything of that," continued Vince; "what I do think a great deal of is that neither you nor I, who've always been climbing about the cliffs and boating shouldn't have found it out before." "But surely now we're missing they'll find it out," cried Mike, who was ready to snatch at any straw of hope.
"I don't see how," said Vince.

"They're sure to think that one of us met with an accident, and that the other was drowned in trying to save him." Mike was silent for some moments, during which he stood gazing wistfully at his fellow-prisoner.
"That would be very nice of them to think that of us," he said at last, slowly.

"But do you think they would believe us likely to be so brave ?" "Oh yes, they'd think so," said Vince quickly--"I'm sure they would; but I don't know about it's being brave.