Sydney took a few steps to one side.
“Can’t see it from here, sir, or you’d see Mr Terry too, getting hisself such a blowing as never was. He’s a-looking out for the frigate, him too as studies navigation with the master. He ought to know better.”
“What do you mean?”
“As we shan’t see the Sirius for a week to come, if we do then.”
“Then I must go on as if we were to stay some time,” thought Syd; and that day was spent in adding to the comfort of their quarters and the security of the magazine, in case rain should follow the gale of wind.
Another stormy day followed, and toward night, after spending some time by the lieutenant’s bedside, Sydney was relieved by Roylance, Terry having made no offer to aid, and when asked by Roylance, having replied that he was under arrest, and exonerated from such duties.
“What’s the weather going to be, bo’sun?” said Syd, meeting that officer on the upper platform.
“Don’t see no prospect o’ change, sir.”
“Because as soon as we possibly can, I want the rock properly gone over by a strong party, so that we can make sure that there is no other landing-place. We may run down that bear of yours.”
“Yes, sir. He was here again last night.”