“It will do.”
“Listen!” said Gaspard, suddenly turning his head and half rising to his feet.
Through the open doorway of the deck-house thin, faint, far away, came a lamentable sound.
It was the crying of gulls.
The men rose from the table and came out on deck.
CHAPTER XXXV
THE LANDING
The island, close to them now and on the starboard bow, lay burning coral-white and sage-green on the blue sea.
One could see the palms bending to the breeze, and the snow of the surf and the white flicker of the gulls, whose voices came, now and then, weak and spirit-like, across the water.