There is also a legend--likely invented to account for the name of
his schooner--that he left all his money to a twin brother in
business in Salt Lake City, and that the brother and his brother's
wives had fitted out a new schooner to hunt for the island's
whereabouts.
"--Listen, you Foe! While I was lying sick, and you neglecting the
look-out, Hales made our island, and anchored in the bay. While I
was lying sick, and you neglecting the look-out, Hales made our
island, that had been his dream for years; landed there, or on the
far side, took its bearings to a hair, of course, and went ashore
with a party to prospect. What do you say to that?"
"I say," answered Foe, still languidly, shifting his head a little on
the cushion, "that I always told you we were on the wrong side of the
island, and that you would never listen."
"They landed, anyway," pursued Farrell; "and for a whole day, after
watering, they explored. They never got over the crest that looked
down on our camp."
"And if they had they would never have seen us," said Foe, responding
like a man in a dream.
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