In the hall he encountered Israel, standing all agape before a Highland target of steel, with a claymore and foil crossed on top.
"Looks like a pewter platter and knife and fork, Captain Paul."
"So they do, my lion; but come, curse it, the old c**k has flown; fine hen, though, left in the nest; no use; we must away empty-handed."
"Why, ain't Mr. Selkirk in?" demanded Israel in roguish concern.
"Mr. Selkirk? Alexander Selkirk, you mean. No, lad, he's not on the Isle of St. Mary's; he's away off, a hermit, on the Isle of Juan Fernandez--the more's the pity; come."
In the porch they encountered the two officers. Paul briefly informed them of the circumstances, saying, nothing remained but to depart forthwith.
"With nothing at all for our pains?" murmured the two officers.
"What, pray,
