“Why, I thought you were in hospital yet.”
“I’m on hospital service,” replied Tom. “I got the doctor to bring me.”
“I say—I am glad,” said Bob. “Eh?”
He stopped short, for Tom Long had pinched his arm.
“Isn’t that a long low vessel moored there under the bank?” said Tom.
Bob looked long and attentively.
“I think so—two of them,” he said. “I’ll tell the officer of the watch.”
He turned aft and pointed out the dimly seen objects.
“Yes, I think they are prahus moored to the trees,” he said, examining them through the glass.
The officer reported what he had seen to the captain, who also inspected them through a night-glass.