The stout door creaked slightly. A moment later the head of the sailor Allen appeared within. He laid a finger to his lips and uttered a warning.
"S-h-sh!" as he entered the room. Timothy appeared behind him.
From their pockets the two sailors produced twelve Colt automatics, loaded, and an extra supply of ammunition. They motioned the prisoners to help themselves.
"But why all this?" demanded Frank in a low voice. "I thought you fellows had become pirates."
"So did we, sir," whispered Timothy, "but when we found they had locked you up here we changed our minds."
"How'd you get in?"
"Well," said Allen, grinning, "we were put on watch. Jackson appeared a few minutes ago to see that everything was O. K. Timothy, here, bumped him over the head with the butt of his gun. Then we took the key and opened the door. That's all, sir."
"You've done well," said Captain Glenn. "The next thing is to get out of here."
"No difficulty there," said Allen. "Everybody is asleep."
"Let's go, then," said Frank.