And from lips that had whitened with fear but a moment before came laughter that set the timbers ringing.
Then Forêt found his tongue.
"Hang a baker's dozen of the mutineers from the yard-arm!"
"A baker's dozen is thirteen, Forêt," retorted Radisson, "and the Ste. Anne's crew numbers fifteen."
"Hang 'em in effigy as they do in Quebec," persists Forêt.
Pierre Radisson only pointed over his shoulder to the port astern. Crowding to the glazed window we saw a dozen scarecrows tossing from the crosstrees of Groseillers's ship.
"What does Captain Radisson advise?" asks La Chesnaye.
"La Chesnaye," says Radisson, "I never advise. I act!"