"Captain Morgan's sentinels on the point report a light off shore, sir," he said, as soon as he could make himself heard.
"What sort of a light, Suarez?" asked O'Connor, without showing any excitement.
"Probably a vessel's light, sir."
"Very well. Call me if it seems to be making in shore."
Suarez cast another glance at O'Connor that seemed to say, "Petticoats are out of place on filibusters," but he wisely refrained from expressing any such opinions aloud.
Harry continued his narrative and O'Connor appeared to listen with as great an interest as if he were not familiar with the details already. Harry noticed, however, that every now and then he cast a glance at the door as if he expected Suarez to return. He had reached that point in his story where they discover Villamonte riding madly after them on the plain and Washington's eyes were bulging with excitement, when the door again opened and Suarez stepped in and saluted.
"I think you had better come on deck, sir," he said, quietly.
"All right, Suarez," said O'Connor, jumping up quickly. "Go on with your story, my boy, I will join you again shortly. Keep up the interest; you've got your audience in the proper mood now." With a light laugh, intended to allay any anxiety Suarez's words might have caused his guests, O'Connor left the cabin.
Harry realized that some danger threatened them, but catching a significant look in the eyes of the captain as he left the room, fell in with his purpose readily and continued his story as if nothing had happened.
"What is it, Suarez?" asked O'Connor, as soon as they were alone on deck.