“Hamet think so,” he said, his peculiar pronunciation sounding strange. “The master want to go away back down the river?”
“Eh? Yes, but we can’t. They have taken the boat and the men.”
“Yes; but Hamet knows where now. Always been try to find boat and men.”
“But you couldn’t find them. My uncle can’t, and you don’t know, do you, Frank?”
“No; they took them all right away somewhere. But never mind about them. You can have the rajah’s boats when you like, and you don’t want to go away.”
“How do you know?” replied Ned, thoughtfully. “We might want to go perhaps all in a hurry, and it would be handy to know where our own boat and men are.”
“Oh, bother! Don’t be shabby, and talk about going. We’ve had no fun at all hardly yet. Where’s that coffee?”
“But it would be handy to know where the boat is kept in case of there being trouble; and I know my uncle has been annoyed at its being so hidden away.”
“Yes; the master angry,” assented Hamet. “My boat—my men.”
“And you know where it is?” said Frank.