“Cinder—Vince!—wake up. They’ve come back.”
“Eh? What’s the matter? Come back? What, the smugglers? Don’t speak so loud.”
“No, no—the seals. Light the lanthorn. Where did you put the club and stick?”
“Stop a moment. What’s the matter with you? I’ve only just dropped asleep. Did you say the seals had come back?”
“Yes: there, don’t you hear them?”
“No,” said Vince, after a few moments’ pause, “I can’t hear anything. Can you?”
“I can’t now,” said Mike, in a hoarse whisper; “but they woke me by splashing, and then I roused you.”
“Been dreaming, perhaps,” said Vince. “I suppose we must have both dropped asleep for a few minutes. Never mind, we can keep awake better now, and— Hullo!”
“What is it?”
“Here: look out, Mike—look out!”