They showed their own lantern, and their signal was answered, the second cutter running up close to them a few minutes later, while the lieutenant was boiling over with impatience, for he had been compelled to check his own boat’s way.
“What is it?” he said to his second in command.
“See that light ashore, sir?”
“No; I saw one out at sea; it’s the slaver. Follow us at once.”
“But that light was ashore, sir.”
“Mr Ramsay, do you think I’m blind? Mr Howlett, are you there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Didn’t you see a light off to sea?”
“No, sir; ashore.”
“I tell you it was at sea, and it is the craft we are after. Now, my lads, give way.”