“You shall hear from me again,” he said, “and it will not be long, either.”
With these words he strode away.
They watched him go down to the beach.
A sailing ship had just anchored in the bay.
She hoisted a flag, on which was written in large letters, black on white—“Catamaran.”
It was the pirate ship.
Hunston waved his hand.
This was a signal.
In some mysterious way he was connected with the piratical crew.
A boat was instantly lowered.