Tried—but that was all.
“Mike, we’re locked in!” cried Vince frantically; and he began to kick at the door, shouting with Mike for help.
Their appeal was so vigorous that they did not have to wait for long. There was the sound of the captain’s heavy boots as he blundered down the ladder, and he gave a tremendous kick at the door.
“Yah!” he roared: “vat for you make zat row?”
“The lugger! She’s sinking,” cried the boys together.
“I com in and sink you,” roared the captain. “Go to sleep, bose of you.”
“But the door’s locked.”
“Yais, I lock him myself. Silence!”
Then the lugger was not sinking; but the faint creaking and grinding went on after the captain had gone back on deck, and the boys stood listening to the orders given and the hurrying to and fro of men.
“She must be on a rock, Cinder,” said Mike, in a half-stifled voice.