“Deserters? Any more leaving the ship?”
“No, sir.”
“Ah, they saw the boats coming, I suppose?”
“No, sir, but they soon will. One of them is climbing a big tree, much higher than the junk’s masts.”
“For a look-out, eh?”
“Yes, sir, I think so,” I shouted; and then to myself, “Oh, bother! It’s hard work talking from up here. There he is, sir, right up at the top. You could see him from the deck.”
“No, I can see nothing from here. Well, what is he doing?”
“Making signals with his hands, sir, and now he’s coming down again.”
“Then you think he has seen the boats?”
“No, sir; they are following one another close in under the bank.”