"Here, sir," responded the squeaky note of a boy.
"Lay aft all you ship's company and don't make no noise," growled Caudel.
I looked up; the figure of the douanier had vanished. The three men and the boy came sneaking out of the yacht's head.
"Now, what ye've got to do," said Caudel, "is to keep awake. You'll see all ready for hoisting and gitting away the hinstant Mr. Barclay and me arrives aboard. You onderstand that?"
"It's good English, cap'n," said one of the sailors.
"No skylarking, mind. You're a listening, Bobby?"
"Ay, sir."
"You'll just go quietly to work and see all clear, and then tarn to and loaf about in the shadows. Now, Mr. Barclay, sir, if you're ready, I am."
"Have you the little bull's-eye in your pocket?" said I.
He felt and answered, "Yes."