“I don’t know.”
“Shall we go up to the campfire and talk to those fellows?”
“I don’t see why not. I am not afraid of them.”
“Do you see anybody that looks like Jasniff or Merwell?”
“No, those fellows are all plain sailors, by their outfits.”
Dave continued to advance and Roger followed, and neither halted until he was within the glow of the campfire. Then Dave called out:
“Hello, messmates!”
At this cry the four sailors around the fire sprang to their feet. At a glance Dave and Roger saw that they were in tatters, and that they looked hungry and careworn.
“Hello, yourself!” answered one of the tars, stepping towards the boys. “Who are you?”
“Passengers from the Golden Eagle,” answered Dave.