He turned from her to Sagesse, expecting to read his own eagerness in the Captain’s face, but the face of Sagesse shewed nothing.
“Well,” said Gaspard, “what do you think of her?”
Sagesse did not seem to hear the remark; he seemed plunged in thought.
Then he spat into the water and turned back along the reef to the shore. Gaspard followed him.
“Well, what do you think of her?”
“What do I think? Ma foi! I think she was sunk at her moorings.”
There was a note of gloom in his tone.
“You think she was not wrecked?”
“She’s lying on too even a keel; she’s lying by that reef just as a ship would lie if scuttled at her moorings.”
“But, see here, if she was moored in that basin, she must have entered it, and there is no opening to admit a ship.”