“Perhaps I mistook her position,” suggested Owen.
“Well, we will push on further,” said Mynheer Van Wijk. “Let us give one more hearty shout together.”
All three, joined by the natives, raised their voices.
Just then a faint sound came from the southward.
“There they are! there they are!” cried Owen. “They heard us, and are holloaing in return.”
The natives were ordered to give way, and in a few minutes more a louder “holloa” was heard.
They were evidently nearing the boat.
Owen, eager to know how they had fared, stood up and hailed them as he approached.
“Are all safe?”
“Ay, ay,” was the answer.