I got up off the hatch, where I was kneeling. He was staring over the side.
"What's up?" I asked.
"For God's sake, hurry!" he said, and I ran, and jumped on to the spar, alongside of him.
"Look!" he said, and pointed with a handful of shakins, right down, directly beneath us.
Some of the shakins dropped from his hand, and blurred the water, momentarily, so that I could not see. Then, as the ripples cleared away, I saw what he meant.
"Two of them!" he said, in a voice that was scarcely above a whisper. "And there's another out there," and he pointed again with the handful of shakins.
"There's another a little further aft," I muttered.
"Where?—where?" he asked.
"There," I said, and pointed.
"That's four," he whispered. "Four of them!"