"Yes, inside the reefs."
"Government vessel?"
"No, private yacht, the one these boys belong on. It's a school on a vacation or tour or something."
"Do they know the way through the reefs!"
"I guess not. They were washed in the other night when there was a cyclone or tidal wave."
"They did not come here after us?"
"No, they didn't know anything about us. They have been here for some time, a week I guess, and can't get out."
"H'm! let them stay here then!" growled the man with the white mustache. "They can't bother us any. If they don't know the way out, which very few do, they'll have to stay here for all I can see."
"But suppose we want to get in on that side ourselves?"
"They could not make us any trouble. We don't want to get in there at this time, although it is a better hiding place than this."