He looked round.
They did not appear to notice him.
Not yet at least.
So he crouched down, and lowered himself into a boat, which was moored to one of the end piles.
Beneath the end of the jetty was a series of crossbars and beams, resting upon the low range of piles, which indeed served as the main foundation for the whole structure.
So Hunston clambered nimbly out of the boat into this species of scaffolding.
Here he lay at full length, listening for the approach of these three people.
* * * * *
"You had better come ashore now, miss," said one of the sailors.
"No, no," replied Mrs. Harkaway's new maid.