"Where?"
"There—about five miles off."
"A boat—a long craft of some kind, without masts."
"Another follows now."
"And another—all painted red!"
"Three!" said Heriot, in a low voice.
"The proas—the three red proas!"
"Down, Ashton, stoop down, lest they see our figures at this distance against the clear sky!" exclaimed the doctor, suiting the action to the word.
Lying at full length among the thick grass that covered all the summit of the cliff, the two friends, resting on their elbows, took a long sight of the strange boats.
"Each is full of men. I could count their heads."