Two or three sailors--the anchor watch--were forward, engaged in some service about the capstan, and a fellow was swabbing the deck amidship.

I heard Broussard's voice at a distance, but could not locate him.

However, no one paid the slightest attention to me, as I stood smoking, and gazing curiously around.

Everything appeared peaceful enough.

We were lying in a small harbor, within a hundred feet of the shore, completely concealed on the sea side, by a thick forest growth lining the higher ridge, of what appeared a narrow island.