The man at the masthead hailed the deck.

The boats were in sight, and as they came towards the ship, the bright water flashing from the labouring oars, a crowd of spectators hanging over the bulwarks cheered and waved their hats.
"Not a soul!" cried Blunt.

"No one but themselves.

Well, I'm glad they're safe anyway." The boats drew alongside, and in a few seconds Frere was upon deck.
"Well, Mr.Frere ?" "No use," cried Frere, shivering.

"We only just had time to get away.
The nearest thing in the world, sir." "Didn't you see anyone ?" "Not a soul.