“From the explosion?” cried the buccaneer.
“From Black Mazzard’s hands,” replied Dick, stolidly.
“Well,” said the captain, drawing in his breath hard as he thought of the possibility of the escaped prisoners coming in contact, “there will be two to capture when the day breaks. No one can get away.”
In an hour a messenger came from the sea in the shape of Bart, and he made his way to the captain’s side.
“Well?”
“You were right; they intended the sea;” and he explained about the boat.
“And yet you have come away?”
“Two men are watching,” said Bart, stolidly.
“Bah! you must be mad.”
“And two planks are rifted out of the boat. It will take a carpenter to make her float.”