"Someone sure to
have seen her."
"Well, you had better come below. I have got a chart, and you shall
mark all the islands where there are any bays that she would be
likely to take shelter in, and we can then see the order in which
we had better take them."
This was a little beyond Dominique's English, but Pedro explained
it to him, and at Frank's request went below with them; Frank
telling Hawkins to weigh anchor as soon as the tanks were filled
and the stores were on board. He had, before he came off, returned
to Senor Cordovo and paid for all the things supplied.
Going through the islands, one by one, Dominique made a cross
against all that possessed harbours or inlets, that would each have
to be examined.
"Tortola is the least likely of the places for them to go," Frank
said, "as it is a British island."
"Not many people dar, sar. Most people in town. De rest of island
rock, all hills broken up, many good harbours."
"What is its size, Dominique?"
"Twelve miles long, sar. Two miles wide."
"Well, that is not a great deal to search, if we have to examine
every inch of the coast. How many people are there?"
"Two, three hundred white men.
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