"We do it again," replied Peter placidly. "Next time Murray he come wit' us himself, ja."
"Yes, but——"
"Now you be sensible, Bob. Der Injuns is goodt friendts beside them fellers, ja. We go back to der James. Soon all o' them be ashore andt drunk. Drunk, they like to kill us, but they can't row—neen."
And we rowed back to the James ingloriously in the dusk, the shouts of the Walrus' carousers echoing to us from the shore.
CHAPTER X
HOSTAGES
The watch aboard the Royal James challenged us as we made fast by the larboard side-ladder, and when we climbed over the bulwarks to the deck Master Martin flashed a lanthorn in our faces with a gust of oaths in his absurdly gentle tones.
"By the —— —— —— ——, but I hoped 'twas that —— —— Flint come a-seekin' mischief," he complained.
"Where is Captain Murray?" I answered.
"In his cabin."