Even as he looked, thin smoke-columns were rising along the slopes and lesser peaks, and more were beginning to rise.
"My word," Tambi grinned.

"Plenty boy stop 'm bush lookout along you eye belong him." Van Horn smiled understandingly.

He knew, by the ancient telegraphy of smoke-signalling, the message was being conveyed from village to village and tribe to tribe that a labour-recruiter was on the leeward coast.
All morning, under a brisk beam wind which had sprung up with the rising of the sun, the _Arangi_ flew north, her course continuously advertised by the increasing smoke-talk that gossiped along the green summits.

At high noon, with Van Horn, ever-attended by Jerry, standing for'ard and conning, the _Arangi_ headed into the wind to thread the passage between two palm-tufted islets.

There was need for conning.