“I should like to pitch that old villain overboard,” said Mike, in a fierce whisper.
“Well, if you’d let me tie a rope round him first I’d help you, Ladle; but I shouldn’t like him to drown till he’d had time to get a little better.”
“Better?” said Mike: “he’ll never grow any better.”
“Well, never mind him,” said Vince. “Now then, let’s look the state of affairs in the face. You won’t tell us what to do, so I must see what I can think of.”
“Have you thought of anything?” cried Mike eagerly.
“If you shout like that, it won’t be much good if I have,” said Vince, in an angry whisper.
“I’m very sorry, Vince,” said Mike humbly. “I’ll be more careful.”
“We shan’t get away if you’re not.”
“Get away? Then you see a chance?” cried Mike eagerly.
“Just the tiniest spark of one if you’re ready to try.”