"What are you, think you?" I said, addressing Jack.
"I can't imagine," answered he; "I've noticed them for some time, and fancied they were black sea-gulls, but the more I look at them the more I feel convinced they are much larger than gulls."
"They seem to be coming towards us," said I.
"Hallo! what's wrong?" inquired Peterkin, coming up.
"Look there," said Jack.
"Whales!" cried Peterkin, shading his eyes with his hand. "No! eh! can they be boats, Jack?"
Our hearts beat with excitement at the very thought of seeing human faces again.
"I think you are about right, Peterkin;— but they seem to me to move strangely for boats," said Jack, in a low tone, as if he were talking to himself.
I noticed that a shade of anxiety crossed Jack's countenance as he gazed long and intently at the two objects, which were now nearing us fast. At last he sprang to his feet. "They are canoes, Ralph; whether war-canoes or not I cannot tell; but this I know, that all the natives of the South Sea Islands are fierce cannibals, and they have little respect for strangers. We must hide if they land here, which I earnestly hope they will not do."
I was greatly alarmed at Jack's speech, but I confess I thought less of what he said than of the earnest, anxious manner in which he said it, and it was with very uncomfortable feelings that Peterkin and I followed him quickly into the woods.
"How unfortunate," said I, as we gained the shelter of the bushes, "that we have forgotten our arms."
"It matters not," said Jack; "here are clubs enough and to spare." As he spoke, he laid his hand on a bun-
