"Mebby they don't understand that code."
"Maybe not."
"I reckon that's it. Probably it's jest some fishermen becalmed out there."
"You may be right."
"Sure I am."
"Well, I guess I'll be getting back to bed," Jack said with a deep yawn.
The mate made no reply, and he walked slowly back to his cabin conscious that the man was watching his every move. He felt that he ought to tell his uncle what he had seen without delay, but he knew that unless he went at once to his own cabin the mate would know what he was going to do. So, as he reached his door, he pushed it quickly open and, without glancing behind him, went in. Bob was still sleeping and he got into bed again without waking him. But, for a long time, he could not sleep. Not that he thought there was any immediate danger. Whoever it was that the mate was in league with, they would hardly make an attack on them until they learned where they were going, and something in regard to their plans. That the man was a villain he felt sure, and he was in no less certain that he was a deep and crafty one. Finally he slept and the sun was streaming in at the window when he again awoke. Bob, he saw, was fully dressed.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"After seven."
"We under way?"