“Halloo,” replied Mesty.
“Bring the boat ashore directly, with a breaker of water.”
“I knew dat,” cried Mesty, rubbing his hands with delight. “Massy Easy, you must tell them No.”
“But why should I not give them water, Mesty?”
“Because, sar, den they take boat.”
“Very true,” replied Easy.
“Do you hear on board?” cried the coxswain, who was the man who hailed—“send the boat immediately, or we’ll cut the throats of every mother’s son of you, by God!”
“I shall not send the boat,” replied Jack, who now thought Mesty was right.
“You won’t—won’t you?—then your doom’s sealed,” replied the man, walking up to the tent with the other. In a short time all the seamen turned out of the tent, bringing with them four muskets, which they had taken on shore with them.
“Good heavens! they are not, surely, going to fire at us, Mesty.”