In the meanwhile the “Speedy” remained silent.  About thirty pirates could be seen moving on the deck.  A few more on the poop; two others posted in the shrouds, and armed with spyglasses, were attentively surveying the island.

Certainly, Bob Harvey and his crew would not be able easily to give an account of what had happened during the night on board the brig.  Had this half-naked man, who had forced the door of the powder-magazine, and with whom they had struggled, who had six times discharged his revolver at them, who had killed one and wounded two others, escaped their shot?  Had he been able to swim to shore?  Whence did he come?  What had been his object?  Had his design really been to blow up the brig, as Bob Harvey had thought?  All this must be confused enough to the convicts’ minds.  But what they could no longer doubt was that the unknown island before which the “Speedy” had cast anchor was inhabited, and that there was, perhaps, a numerous colony ready to defend it.  And yet no one was to be seen, neither on the shore, nor on the heights.  The beach appeared to be absolutely deserted.  At any rate, there was no trace of dwellings.  Had the inhabitants fled into the interior?  Thus probably the pirate captain reasoned, and doubtless, like a prudent man, he wished to reconnoiter the locality before he allowed his men to venture there.

During an hour and a half, no indication of attack or landing could be observed on board the brig.  Evidently Bob Harvey was hesitating.  Even with his strongest telescopes he could not have perceived one of the settlers crouched among the rocks.  It was not even probable that his attention had been awakened by the screen of green branches and creepers hiding the windows of Granite House, and showing rather conspicuously on the bare rock.  Indeed, how could he imagine that a dwelling was hollowed out, at that height, in the solid granite?  From Claw Cape to the Mandible Capes, in all the extent of Union Bay, there was nothing to lead him to suppose that the island was or could be inhabited.

At eight o’clock, however, the colonists observed a movement on board the “Speedy.”  A boat was lowered, and seven men jumped into her.  They were armed with muskets; one took the yoke-lines, four others the oars, and the two others, kneeling in the bows, ready to fire, reconnoitered the island.  Their object was no doubt to make an examination but not to land, for in the latter case they would have come in larger numbers.  The pirates from their look-out could have seen that the coast was sheltered by an islet, separated from it by a channel half a mile in width.  However, it was soon evident to Cyrus Harding, on observing the direction followed by the boat, that they would not attempt to penetrate into the channel, but would land on the islet.

Pencroft and Ayrton, each hidden in a narrow cleft of the rock, saw them coming directly towards them, and waited till they were within range.