Harry looked unwilling.
'Oh, Mother,' cried Tricksy, 'you are putting him with his back to the window!'
Mrs. Stewart looked mystified.
'He wants to see the Heroic,' explained Tricksy; 'we are watching to see when the boats leave.'
Mrs. Stewart gave Harry a seat on the other side of the table, an arrangement which placed Allan where he could not see what was going on. He and Marjorie and Reggie had to rest satisfied with the discovery that they were able to communicate by means of kicking one another's shins under the table, although this method of intelligence made them feel if possible more distracted than before.
'Look how the men are running about on board,' said Tricksy. 'They look like little black ants! They must be going to launch the boats now.'
Harry's bright eyes did not leave the vessel for an instant. Of a sudden his jaw dropped and his face became blank.
'What's the matter?' cried every one.
'They're going away,' cried Harry.
Every one sprang from table and looked.