“Not far. Soon go,” said Hamet. “Then the master know if he want boat.”
“Are the men in it?” said Ned.
“No. All on board big prahu.”
“Let’s go and see, Frank.”
“Very well, but you mean ‘feel.’ Why not wait till morning?”
“No can go then,” said Hamet, quickly.
“Very good reason,” said Frank, as thoughtful now as his companion. “Yes, we might as well know. My father has often said he wished we had a boat of our own that we could use if we wanted to go away in a hurry, because the rajah had gone in a mad fit.”
“Young masters come?”
“Yes. Go on and we’ll follow,” said Frank; “but look out for the crocs.”
Hamet gave them a keen look, held up his hand, and threw himself down, crawled to the doorway, and out on to the veranda.