“Of course; but his lack of knowledge is to our benefit.”
“I don’t like the looks of those clouds over there,” I went on, pointing over to the west. “That is a regular squall quarter.”
“If we catch anything like that, it will be look out all around!” laughed my helper.
In five minutes we were within hard hailing-distance of the other boat; and then Ford called out through his hands, using them as a speaking-trumpet,—
“Sloop ahoy!”
There was no reply, and he repeated the call.
“He doesn’t intend to answer,” I remarked. “But see, he is trimming his sails. He intends to get away if possible. I wonder if he recognizes us?”
“Shouldn’t wonder. He’s foolish for taking in sail now, when the wind is dying out,” added Ford.
“I don’t know about that. We may have more wind than we want presently.”