“And when we are recruited, march over the mountains, and surprise St. Jago de Leon.”
Cary swore a great oath. “Amyas! you are a daring fellow!”
“Not a bit. It's the plain path of prudence.”
“So it is, sir,” said old Yeo, “and I follow you in it.”
“And so do I,” squeaked Jack Brimblecombe.
“Nay, then, Jack, thou shalt not outrun me. So I say yes too,” quoth Cary.
“Mr. Drew?”
“At your service, sir, to live or die. I know naught about stockading; but Sir Francis would have given the same counsel, I verily believe, if he had been in your place.”
“Then tell the men that we start in an hour's time. Win over the Pelicans, Yeo and Drew; and the rest must follow, like sheep over a hedge.”
The Pelicans, and the liberated galley-slaves, joined the project at once; but the rest gave Amyas a stormy hour. The great question was, where were the hills? In that dense mangrove thicket they could not see fifty yards before them.