“I’ll find some means of communicating with him,� he thought. “Maybe later in the day, when he comes forward to get potatoes, I can attract his attention. The potato bin is quite close at hand.�
Not long before noon Noddy came forward with a basket to the storage bin, where vegetables, such as potatoes, onions and turnips, were kept.
“H-i-s-t!� whispered Raynor through a crack.
“Now what under the sun was dat?� exclaimed the Bowery boy, looking about him, “sounded like a cat. But dere ain’t no cats on dis craft. What was it?�
“Noddy, it’s me—Raynor,â€� breathed the hidden lad eagerly.
Noddy dropped his basket in his astonishment.
“Well, what d’ye know about dat,� he exclaimed. “Pompey said dat de spooks had got cher.�
“Not yet,� laughed Raynor, “but I have a fine plan for an escape. Meet me at the galley at midnight to-night and we’ll get away in one of the boats.�
“Chee, youse don’ rush tings at all, at all, do youse?� cried Noddy admiringly. “But I’m wid yer. I’ll swipe some grub to-day and hide it.�
“By-the-way, that reminds me,� exclaimed Raynor, “thanks for that chicken, but what about something to eat to-day?�