"Have you any idea what those men looked like?"
He solemnly shook his head.
"You can't guess who they were, or why they wanted to blow us up?" I persisted. "Shall we notify the port, or what?"
He stood a while silent before answering.
"Mr. Jack, God knows who they are. It was too dark for me to get any satisfying squint at 'em; but I never saw 'em before—that I know. Three things are sure: they're either lunatics, or they've taken us for some mortal enemy, or——"
"Well?"
"Or I'm wrong in those two guesses, sir."
"But you think they're from the Orchid, don't you?"
"On another guess, I'd swear it, sir."
"And you're positive you never saw the yacht till yesterday—in any port?"