“Did you speak?”
“Eh? No, I don’t think so,” replied the boy.
“You must have been talking to yourself. I say, what a lovely night! Did you notice that signal that we ran up?”
“No,” cried Fitz eagerly.
“It was while you were looking at the sunset. Father made me run up a flag. Don’t you remember my asking you to let me have the glass a minute?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well—I don’t mind telling you now—that was to the fort, and they answered it just in time before it was too dark to see. I think they hoisted lights afterwards, three in a particular shape, but there were so many others about that father couldn’t be sure.”
“Then I suppose that means going into port at daylight?”
“Yes, and land our cargo under the guns of the fort. I say, listen.”
“What to?”