“Go,” I dare say she said, but another shot prevented us from hearing the word, and as we sailed round the stern Jarette rushed to the other side, held his left hand to his mouth, and shouted—
“Now off with you. Come near this ship again and I’ll sink you—I’ll run you down.”
“Hi, Frenchy,” roared Barney, “look out for squalls; we’re coming aboard one night to hang you.”
“Silence forward!” cried Mr Brymer, and we were now leaving the ship fast. “Frewen, what does this mean? Where is Mr Den—”
The doctor shook his head.
Chapter Thirty Six.
“We want a long calm,” said the mate that evening, as we lay on the glassy sea.
“You will have it,” said Captain Berriman, and so it proved.