“Brave fellows!” cried Jack, enthusiastically.
“But I don’t see how a schooner’s to attack forts and cannon and stone walls. My lad, it can’t be done.”
“It shall be done!” cried Jack. “How’s Dinny?”
“Bit weak still; but he says he can fight, and he shall go.”
“Brave, true-hearted fellow! And Dick?”
“Says he shall be well enough to go; but he won’t—he’s weak as a rat.”
Jack drew a deep breath, and a fiercely vindictive look flashed from the dark eyes which glared at Bart.
“They shall suffer for all this. Abel will pay them their due.”
“Ay,” said Bart; and then to himself—“when he gets away.”
“It was a cruel, cowardly fight—four to one.”