3/17 Even as he looked, thin smoke-columns were rising along the slopes and lesser peaks, and more were beginning to rise. "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. 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. |