“How? Why?”
“He got up on the gun-carriage, and stood down below there, staring out to sea.”
Syd lowered the glass and changed his position, so that he could look down into the little stone-built fort, where the upper gun was placed, and there, sure enough, was Terry in the act of getting down from the gun-carriage.
“Why, what can he mean by that?”
“Dunno, sir,” said the man, bluntly. “He’s a orficer; but if it had been one of us we should precious soon know.”
“What do you mean?” cried Sydney, uneasily.
“Only, sir, as you orficers would call it treachery, and it might mean yard-arm.”