“I don’t know,” sighed Vince. “I’m afraid we’re quite safe?”
“What, to escape?”
“No—to stop in prison; for I expect we shan’t be able to get on deck.”
“But we’re going to try?”
“Yes,” said Vince through his closely set teeth; “we’re going to try.”
Chapter Thirty.
A Bold Dash for Freedom.
As the boys lay perfectly still in their bunks, gradually growing cooler, and feeling that even if they were over the part of the hold used as a powder magazine there was nothing to fear so long as there was no light near, they heard a step twice overhead, then all was perfectly still but the faint rippling of the swift current as it passed under the vessel and glided on across to the rocks.