“See my father?” cried the lad. “No! What do you mean?”
“Ah, you want practice, sir. You ought to see him with your young eyes. He’s there on deck somewhere with that double-barrelled spyglass of his, on the look-out for this ’ere boat.”
“Perhaps so,” said Poole quietly, “and I suppose that’s one of the Teal’s sails; but it’s only half as big as a pocket-handkerchief folded into twenty-four.”
Two hours later they were on board, for it had not been long before the double-barrelled spyglass had picked them out.
Chapter Twenty Four.
On the wrong side.
An anxious look-out had been kept up all through those early hours on board both schooner and boat, for during the long delay caused by the accident, it seemed highly probable that as the gunboat did not come in sight she must have passed them in the darkness, gone on, and hence might at any moment come into view.
A man was sent up to the cross-trees, and a sharp look-out was kept up as well from the deck for the missing crew who were got safely on board, and the schooner sailed away towards the south and west, and still with no danger in sight.