“Wave your signals, then! Ah, what a pity we hadn’t a good signal-post!”
“I’ll climb a tree,” said Phil, looking around.
“There isn’t any tree fit for the purpose. The highest ones are hidden by the smaller ones in front. This is as conspicuous a place as we can find.”
Meanwhile the schooner kept on at an angle with them, and pursued her way without taking any notice’ of them, heading toward a point far down to the right of the place where they were standing.
With a face of stern determination, and the air of a captain of a battery, Bart drew his pistol.
“I’ll fire,” said he, solemnly.
The next instant, bang! or, rather, pop! went the pistol.
But the schooner took not the smallest notice even of that overpowering demonstration. On the contrary, it kept straight on without altering its course.
“They’re blind, and deaf, too; and that’s all about it,” cried Phil Kennedy, in deep disgust.
“I wonder what’s the matter with them,” said Bruce. “They don’t keep a very good lookout, or they’d surely see us. There’s red flannel enough here to be seen five miles off.”