"Then of course it hit him," said I.
Nobody disputed it; though I detected an odious wink between the captain and Kit.
The prostrate gun was got up on its legs again; old Trull remarking that we had better trig it behind before we fired, in future: that duty attended to, he thought it might work very well.
We then went to dinner. How to mount the howitzer was the next question.
"We need a regular four-wheeled gun-carriage for that," said Raed.
"I think we can make one out of those planks," remarked Kit.
"The worst trouble will come with the wheels," said Wade.
But Capt. Mazard thought he could saw them out of sections of fifteen-inch plank with the wood-saw.
"I'll undertake that for my part," he added, and, as soon as dinner was over, went about it.
"Now we'll get old man Trull to help us on the body," said Kit.