"I reckon we'd better wait till morning now," Mr. Lakewood decided after a session with Captain Ole.
The boys had spent a part of the day on the little island, but as there was nothing of it save a pile of sand, there was little of diversion to attract them.
"That man Josh seems mighty uneasy," Bob whispered to Jack, as they leaned on the rail near the bow shortly after supper.
The second mate was walking slowly back and forth on the deck, a little way behind them, and seemed unaware of their presence. From time to time, they noticed that he would gaze for some seconds toward the south, as though expecting to see something. Then he would resume his restless pacing, his eyes fixed on the deck.
"He's sure got something on his mind," Jack whispered back.
"He's on the lookout for something or someone."
"Maybe."
"Dead certain."
"Reckon you're right."
"I wonder if he knows how to send and receive wireless."