“We are going ashore, and we shall try to gain the village of Klock-Klock. If any difficulty should arise on sea, give us warning by firing three shots.”
“All right,” replied West—“at a minute’s interval.”
“If we should not return before evening, send the second boat with ten armed men under the boatswain’s orders, and let them station themselves within a cable’s length of the shore, so as to escort us back. You understand?”
“Perfectly, captain.”
“If we are not to be found, after you have done all in your power, you will take command of the schooner, and bring her back to the Falklands.”
“I will do so.”
The large boat was rapidly got ready. Eight men embarked in it, including Martin Holt and Hunt, all armed with rifles, pistols, and knives; the latter weapons were slung in their belts. They also carried cartridge-pouches.
I stepped forward and said,—
“Will you not allow me to accompany you, captain?”
“If you wish to do so, Mr. Jeorling.”