Harvey did not answer. He jumped down into the boat, and then helped Beth.
"Say, Beth, we'll play we're pirates. We're out in a storm, but we are pursuing that boat there."
"What boat?"
"Why, that one there. Don't you see that stick of wood? It carries chests of gold which we are after. Now sit down and we'll start the chase."
The younger pirate thereupon seated herself in the stern of the craft while its gallant commander took charge on the middle deck. He swayed from side to side. The boat rocked in a perilous manner. Sometimes the water even dashed over the pirates.
"Isn't it kind of dangerous, Harvey?" suggested the younger pirate.
"My name isn't Harvey. I'm Captain Kidd, and you must never speak to me without saluting,—so."
His self-importance caused him to move around more lively than ever, while the boat shipped water afresh.
"But isn't it dangerous, Har—, Captain Kidd?"
The captain again looked very self-important. "Pirates never think of danger. See how near we are to the English brig. Ha, ha, mate, the gold is ours. Steady now, mate, she's coming your way. When we are once alongside of her, you make a dive for her, and pinion her until I can rush to your assistance. Steady now."