“They stayed behind on the wreck,” answered Lesher.  “Come, help get the bundles out of the wet,” he added to his companion.

“Why did they stay?” asked Nellie.

“Don’t ask me,” growled Lesher.

He and Baxter took the bundle to the house and dumped it on the floor of the living room.  Then they brought in the other things from the boat.  By this time it was raining in torrents, and from a distance came the rumble of thunder and occasionally the faint flash of lightning.

Not wishing to remain out in the storm, the three girls came into the house.—­“Dora was very much disturbed, and Nellie and Grace were also anxious.

“It is queer that Dick and old Jerry remained behind,” whispered Dora to her cousins.  “They were so anxious to protect us before.”

“I cannot understand it, Dora,” returned Nellie.

“There has been foul play somewhere,” came from Grace.

“Oh, do you think—­” Dora could not finish.

“See here!” burst in the voice of Jack Lesher.  “We want some dinner.  Don’t be all day getting it for us.”

The liquor he had imbibed was beginning to tell upon him..  He looked ugly, and the girls trembled before him.

“Dinner will be ready in a quarter of an hour,” said Grace, who had been doing the cooking.

“All right.”  Lesher turned to the bully:  “Baxter, join me in a glass of rum for luck.”

“Thanks, I will,” answered Dan Baxter, who did not particularly want the liquor, but did not dream of offending the mate.

Lesher produced a bottle he had brought away from the wreck, prepared two glasses of rum, and drank with great relish.  Then he threw himself into a chair at the rude dining-table.

“I am the master here, and I want everybody to know it!” he exclaimed, banging his fist savagely.

“There is dinner,” said Grace, and brought it in.  “You can help yourself.”  And she went into the next room to join Nellie and Dora.

“Aint going to wait on us, eh?” grumbled Lesher, with a hiccough.  “All right, my fine ladies.  But I am master, don’t you forget that!”

He began to eat leisurely, while Dan Baxter began to bolt his food.  In the meantime the sky grew darker and the flashes of lightning more vivid.  The girls were greatly frightened, and huddled together, while tears stood on Grace’s cheeks.

“Oh, if only somebody was with us,” sighed Nellie.

By the time Lesher and Baxter had finished eating the storm was on them in all of its violence.  The wind shrieked and tore through the jungle behind them, and often they could hear some tall tree go down with a crash.

“This will tear our flag of distress to shreds,” said Nellie.  “And just when we need it so much, too!”

“I am thinking of the future as well as the present,” said Dora.  “What a rough time there will be if Lesher brings those other sailors here.  Some of them were heavy drinkers like himself, and only two or three were Americans.”