But the man gave him no answer; only called to the two men rowing the wherry to pull more lustily.
"Hi!" shouted the Dutchman in his turn; and though his voice was usually low he could roar at need. "Hi! you be too late!"
The man did not turn his head.
"Hi! she is two mile ahead!"
Sherebiah gave no sign. He was rapidly passing out of earshot.
"Hi!" shouted Grootz still more loudly. "Sherebiah, stop! Mynheer Harry is here!"
Sherebiah jumped up so violently that, heavy as the wherry was, he almost upset it.
"Master Harry?" he roared.
"Ja! I tell you."
The wherry slewed round and headed toward the brig. Grootz lit his pipe and watched, his little eyes twinkling with amusement. Sherebiah looked positively aggrieved when he came aboard.