“Ahoy there!” cried Murray. “What boat’s that?”
The black clung to one of the trees on the bank of the river and watched the speaker eagerly.
“He doesn’t understand,” said the lieutenant. “I dare say he only speaks bad Spanish. But try him again.”
“Can you speak English?” cried Murray.
“Yes, massa!”
“Come, that’s better,” said the lieutenant. “Try him again, Mr Murray.” And the lad shouted—
“Whose lugger is that?”
“Massa’s, sah.”
“Oh!” cried Murray; and then obeying a sudden thought, “Where is the schooner?”
“Gone sail round um ilum, sah.”