“What are you doing that for?” said Olivia, as he waved the “weft” in the air.
“It’s a signal to Cammock,” he said, “to get his anchor up, and to make sail. He’ll pick us up on his way out. There goes his gun. He’s seen us.”
“Rather hurried, isn’t it?” said Olivia.
“It makes the hands smart,” he answered evasively. “I wonder if the fort will salute us as the man-of-war did.”
“I hope not,” said Olivia.
“They very likely will,” he answered. “Come. Toss her up, boys.”
“That was a funny little man from the shop,” said Olivia.
“Yes,” he said. “But he told me some interesting things. Very interesting.”
They talked no more after that till the Broken Heart, under a cloud of canvas, came reeling down to them, to back her mainyard within hail, and hoist them all aboard.
“Good-bye, old England,” said Olivia.