“Signal from the yacht, sir,” said Lenny, pointing to a little flag being run up.
“All right. Give way, my lads.”
The boat’s head was turned, and they were rowed rapidly back, this ending the sharking.
“Strikes me the captain sights the blacks again,” said the mate, and in a few minutes they were alongside.
Chapter Twenty Four.
A circumnavigation.
But no canoes were in sight, for Sir John cried directly—
“Come, I thought you had had long enough for one day. Up with you, we are anxious to be off. Captain Bradleigh says we’re wasting steam.”