"Wot yer mean?"
"Who are you signaling to?"
"Who said I was signaling?"
"I saw you."
Almost instantly the mate's expression changed and the look of anger, which had been plain even in the dim light, was replaced by an uneasy smile.
"Oh, yer mean that flashlight?"
"Sure."
"Wal, I guess mebby I was signalin' kind of. That is yer might call it that, but, bless yer heart, I dunno who it was I was signalin' to."
"But he answered you," Jack insisted.
"You saw him?"