"My eye!"
"Here's a go!" were the simultaneous exclamations of the men as they sprang upon their feet.
"In the fiend's name, captain, tell us all about it!" said Mac, anxiously.
"I have no time to talk much, nor you to tarry long! It was all along of that blamed witch, Capitola!" said Black Donald, who then gave a rapid account of the adventure, and the manner in which Capitola entrapped and captured the burglars, together with the way in which he himself came by the information.
"I declare, one can't help liking that girl! I should admire her even if she should put a rope about my neck!" said Mac.
"She's a brick!" said another, with emphasis.
"She's some pumpkins, now, I tell you!" assented a third.
"I am more than ever resolved to get her into my possession! But in the mean time, lads, we must evacuate the Old Inn! It is getting too hot to hold us!"
"Aye, captain!"
"Aye, lads, listen! We must talk fast and act promptly; the poor fellows up there in jail are game, I know! They would not willingly peach, but they are badly wounded. If one of them should have to die, and be blessed with a psalm-singing parson to attend him, no knowing what he may be persuaded to confess! Therefore, let us quickly decide upon some new rendezvous that will be unsuspected, even by our poor caged birds! If any of you have any place in your eye, speak!"