"I wouldn't be too sure of that," rejoined Betty.
"Besides," I said, "their force is so depleted that we couldn't have a better opportunity."
"They may be reinforced."
"Nonsense," said Hugh. "Watty, bring out those tools. We shall want the rope for climbing and a couple of crowbars. If we need anything else we can send back for it."
Watkins, who had preserved a respectful silence throughout our debate, cleared his throat apologetically.
"I beg your ludship's pardon, but—but—you'll not be going into that den of thieves at this hour of the night, sir?"
"Certainly, Watty. It will be easier 'at this hour of the night' than in broad daylight."
"But—but—your ludship! Mister Hugh, sir! It's flying in the face of Providence, if I may say so—after what 'appened to Mister Jack and Mister Nikka, sir—there's no knowing what those devils 'ave waitin' for you."
I am ashamed to say that we all chuckled as loudly as we dared at Watkins's fears.
"You can stay in the boat with Miss Betty, if you'd rather," said Hugh.