But almost at once the other lookout in the foretop sang out—
"Second sail to larboard, sir, comin' up arter t'other chap!"
Murray rubbed his hands together with every evidence of satisfaction.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "It appears that my estimation of the safe degree of trust to be imposed in the given situation was within the bounds of accuracy."
"I don't understand you."
"No? In plain English let us say then that my own vessel and consort are meeting me according to plan."
"The sea is wide. How can you be sure 'tis they?"
"I can not. Yet the balance of probability is in my favor."
"Why do you speak of trust?" I challenged. "Can not you trust your own people?"
"I trust nobody farther than I must," he retorted.