A little clump of soldiers stood upon the poop going through the manual exercise, and it was from them that the call had come which had sounded so unexpectedly in the ears of the castaways.

Standing back from the edge, they had not only looked over the top-masts of this welcome neighbour, but they had themselves been invisible from her decks.

Now the discovery was mutual, as was shown by a chorus of shouts and cries from beneath them.
But the three did not wait an instant.

Sliding and scrambling down the wet, slippery incline, they rushed shouting through the crack and into the cave where their comrades had just been startled by the bugle-call while in the middle of their cheerless breakfast.

A few hurried words and the leaky long-boat had been launched, their possessions had been bundled in, and they were afloat once more.