Petit crept up to them.
“Hist!” he exclaimed, with a significant glance at the boat, which was making towards the point of the island.
“We just came acrost for a billy of water,” explained Tom, sotto voce, “we was goin’ to have the tea biled again you woke up.”
He was trying to catch Dave’s eye.
Petit had crouched down beside them; his knife between his teeth.
“Make ze leetle noise,” he hissed; “make ze evair so leetle an’ I will keel you both.”
“I ain’t goin’ to make no nise,” said Tom, emphatically.
“Neither am I,” pleaded Dave, in an earnest voice. “We never seen the boat till just when you came along.”
This attempt to allay Petit’s suspicions may have been successful or otherwise. The Frenchman made no sign.