"And we'll let you exchange legal chit-chat with the Chief
Justice, here," added Pete.
But nothing could quiet the captive. He broke away from them, ran up to the bow, and began once more to call for help. At this, Pete and Sprague seized him and gently led him down into the cabin. They closed the cabin doors and left him there. Instantly he began to pound and thump on the deck.
"Let him thump," said Sprague, "it's time we departed."
"Yes," said Ed Mason, "any moment I expect to see Eb coming down to the shore."
"With his pitchfork," added Mr. Daddles.
We got the anchor up, and the boat began to move out of the inlet.
The breeze was light, but two short tacks took us into the bay.
"Where do you want to go?" inquired the Chief, gravely. He was sailing the boat.
"'Somewheres east of Suez,'" said Sprague. "I don't care. I should like to go to sleep. And I should think you burglars would be about ready for a nap."
"We are!" we all groaned.
"The Chief and I will stand watch," said Pete, "I'm not sleepy. By
George! It's a great night."