“Well, sir, I never knowed it done yet,” said the boatswain, dubiously.
Another quarter of an hour passed away, and Roylance exclaimed—
“Can there be any other place where they could land?”
“No,” said Syd, “I feel sure not.”
“Then why are they so long?”
“Don’t know the rock, and they are rowing to search all round for a place, the same as we did.”
Still the long-drawn-out space of time went slowly, and doubts began to intrude which made Syd glance anxiously up to right and left, as he thought how helpless they would be should they be taken in rear or flank.
“Make a good fight for it all the same,” said Roylance, who read his looks. “But I don’t see how they could land anywhere round the rock without men on the cliff top to help them.”
“Terry would not do that,” thought Syd, and he glanced sharply round to gaze above him at the upper gun.
He blushed at the thought, as he saw the young officer there, evidently engaged in looking out to sea.