“No, sir.”
“Who rowed the second boat?”
“Bramber and Meikle, sir.”
I hurried away and at last found them in the galley with the cook, eating a surreptitious supper, with tin plates on their knees.
“Who came in the boat with you men?” I asked.
“Mr. Brentin, Mr. Masters, Mr. Hines, and Mr. Forsyth,” said Bramber, with his mouth full.
“That’s right!” said Meikle.
“You saw nothing of Mr. Parsons?”
“No, sir; we thought he was with you.”
I stumbled down the companion and almost fell into the saloon. They had stopped counting and looked up at me anxiously. “Well?”