"Don't seem as though we could be. We weren't making over two knots an hour when we struck."
"No, I don't think she's in very deep," Captain Ole told them as they met him when they were nearly up to the bow. "And I'm pretty sure she isn't hurt a bit."
As the light increased, it was evident to those on board that the natives were much excited. They were too far away for him to be sure, but Bob fancied that he could recognize in one of them, who seemed to be urging a number of others to some move, the leader of the band which had captured them.
"I tell you there's more than a hundred of those fellows," Jack insisted after it was fully light.
"Yes, I reckon you're right," Bob agreed. "I wouldn't wonder if there was nearer two hundred."
"Better make it three. But what do you suppose they're up to?"
"Seems to me that they're waiting for someone or for something. I've seen a fellow run up to the top of the hill twice and then run back and make some announcement."
"Hope they aren't waiting for reinforcements."
"Well, they've got to have more boats than two, in order to cause us much trouble, I reckon."
"You boys had better go get some breakfast," Mr. Lakewood, who just then came from the salon told them. "Wong told me to tell you it was ready."