“Oh! I never saw a pirate, only on those pictures we tried to paint. But what about the cliffs?”
“No good. They’re either straight up and down or overhanging. We couldn’t do it.”
“We might get over the other side and make signals.”
“Yes; there is something in that. But don’t you think we might get away by the passage? The sentry may go to sleep.”
“No good,” said Mike bitterly. “Those fellows daren’t.”
“S’pose not,” said Vince thoughtfully. “Old Jarks is the sort of chap to wake ’em up with his pistol. It’s of no use yet, Ladle; the idea hasn’t come. Yes, it has! Why can’t we wait our chance and seize the boat and get it off? We could manage.”
“Hush!” whispered Mike.
The warning was needed, for the captain came from the back of the stack of packages, and marched down towards where they were.