Part 12 (2/2)
”All right,” responded Hank, ”I'll pack this one along, too,” and he slipped it into one of the pockets of his big reefer
They walked in silence for a few e, and then Hank put his hand on the boy's arht hunch,” he said abruptly, in a low voice ”There's somethin' in the wind”
”What uely to sea
”There's a shi+p out there,” he said
Colin did his utain, the night was dark, and the boy could scarcely see the waves breaking on the shore not twenty feet away
”I can't see anything,” he said ”Whereabouts?”
”I don't know just where,” the old sailor replied, ”but I know she's there I feel it”
”Let's hurry!” said the boy
”Better go slower,” warned Hank, pulling hiently; ”we're not far from the rookery”
”I don't see e should be so careful, and I don't see e should whisper,” Colin objected, whispering nevertheless; ”the seals are h to drown a brass band”
”Listen!” said Hank
The boy put his hand to his ear, trying to distinguish sounds in the continuous roar
”Voices?” he queried with a puzzled look
”I thought so,” the whaler nodded There was a pause, while both listened, then the gunner said:
”It isn't English and it doesn't sound like Aleut or Russian”
”japanese?” queried the boy at a guess
The rip that nearly dislocated it
”japanese raiders!” he said ”Can you run?”
”You bet,” said Colin, growing excited; ”I'ent's house as fast as you kno an' wake him up