“Who was looking out?” asked Lingard.
“Badroon, the Bugis,” said Wasub, in his crisp, jerky manner.
“I can hear nothing. Badroon heard the noise in his mind.”
“The night hides the boat.”
“Have you seen it?”
“Yes, Tuan. Small boat. Before sunset. By the land. Now coming here—near. Badroon heard him.”
“Why didn't you report it, then?” asked Lingard, sharply.
“Malim spoke. He said: 'Nothing there,' while I could see. How could I know what was in his mind or yours, Tuan?”
“Do you hear anything now?”
“No. They stopped now. Perhaps lost the ship—who knows? Perhaps afraid—”