Bartlett—[Summoning his strength—sternly.] Put a clapper on that jaw of yours, Cates, or I’ll do it for ye!
Cates—[Blubbering.] If we don’t find water—he’ll watch us die.
Jimmy—[Insinuatingly.] Better me knife cook fella—kill boy, too!
Bartlett—Will killin’ ’em give us drink, ye fools? [After a pause, he shakes his head as if to drive off some thought, and mutters.] No more o’ that! [Suddenly, in a tone of sharp command.] No more o’ that, I say! We’re keepin’ no right watch for ships. Go aloft on that tree, Jimmy—and damn quick! Take a look and see if ye can sight a sail. [Kanaka shins quickly up the bole of the coco palm to the top and looks out on all sides of him. The others rise painfully to their feet and gaze up at him with awakened hope.]
Jimmy—[Suddenly, in a glad voice.] I see um—see sail, Captain.
Cates—[Waving his arms frenziedly.] Sail—ho!
Jimmy—Look plenty like trade schooner, Captain. She no change course she fetch plenty close by here. She make full sail, she got plenty fella wind out there, she come quick.
Horne—[Clapping Cates on the back.] Headin’ straight for us, Cates, d’you hear?
Bartlett—How far d’ye reckon she be?
Jimmy—She’s five, six fella mile, Captain.