"You had yours?" Bob asked.
"Yes."
"We won't be but a minute," Bob promised. "Come on Jack."
The meal was eaten with a speed which made Wong gasp and predict that they would soon be dead. But they were far too excited to eat slowly, and in less than ten minutes from the time they had left their uncle they were back again.
"Anything new?" Jack asked.
"Not so far's I can see," his uncle told him.
For an hour they stood by the rail watching the natives as they ran this way and that on the shore. Every few minutes one of them would run up to the top of the hill, and then quickly return and make a report to the man who seemed to be the leader.
"I'd give a cent to know what they're waiting for," Jack said.
"Look over there and you can see for less money," Bob suddenly cried at the same time pointing toward the end of the island.
"My goodness," Jack gasped. "What do you know about that."