He plunged after Pete into the bed of the stream, and they disappeared in the jungle, just as the steamer in full sail and close in came gliding into our sight, towing a boat astern.
Chapter Six.
A False Alarm.
“It looks bad for them, poor fellows!” said my uncle, shading his eyes to gaze seaward. “The captain means to have them back.”
“Nonsense! uncle,” I said; “it’s a false alarm. That’s not our ship.”
“Not our ship?” he cried, springing up. “Of course it’s not. And whatever she is those on board don’t see us.”
We stood watching for a few minutes before I ran to the boat and got the glass out of the locker to have a good look.
“Well, what do you make of her?” said my uncle.