Mole sulked like Achilles in his tent, at the seize of Troy, when everything did not go exactly his way.
“What do you think of the army?” asked Harry.
“They look fit,” replied Jack.
“For what?”
“To fight pirates.”
“I hope to goodness you are right.”
“They are fit to do anything and go anywhere.”
The night was now drawing in.
Stars came out, the moon rose, and a phosphorescent glow settled over the sea.