"And in that case she'll probably take this channel on our west; that fire, now! Come on all of you, and let's make as big a smoke as we can get out of this stuff." The weather being calm and the grass and bracken which they heaped together as dry as tinder, there was little difficulty about raising a thick column of smoke which presently rose high in the sky.

But Audrey, turning away from the successful result of their labours, suddenly glanced at Copplestone with a look that challenged an answer to her own thoughts.

They were standing a little apart from the others and she lowered her voice.
"I say!" she murmured.

"I don't think we need have bothered ourselves to light that fire.

That vessel, whatever it is, is making for us.