"Yes, Spaniards, I think. Sailors, I guess. At any rate they are not using the choicest language from what little I know of the language; Jack. I do not see any one. Do you?"
There were loud and angry voices in the woods, but the boys could see no one and went on slowly, farther out from shore so as to be out of danger in case any one appeared.
"A lot of drunken sailors would not be good company," declared Jack. "I would rather be alone."
"It can't be any one from the yacht, can it?"
"No, I don't think so. We have no Spaniards and Captain Storms brings his men up better than that. Besides, if it were some of our men we would see a boat, and there is nothing."
They still heard the voices at intervals as they rowed on and had no desire to enter the woods as long as the men were there.
"That's a nuisance," said Percival with a half-growl as they rowed on. "I would have liked to go ashore there, but of course if there are a lot of swearing Spaniards hanging about it wouldn't do."
"I'd like to know what brought them here," remarked Jack. "We got in by the sheerest good luck and it does not seem possible that another vessel could have done the same. Those things don't happen twice."
"Well, they are here, at all events, and it stops our going ashore. I'd like to know if they saw us in the boat?"
"I don't suppose so. They did not show themselves and they would not have made so much noise if they had——"