“Then what do you propose?”
“Don’t laugh at me, sir, and call me stupid; but I’ve been thinking that if I could be set ashore, dressed as one of the boys, I might go about unnoticed. And if they were moving the cargo, I could see where they took it, and then you could land the men.”
“Oh, you’ll be an admiral before I shall, boy. That’s it; but will you do it?”
“If you’ll let me, sir.”
“Let you? Here, Mr Gurr, help Mr Raystoke, and—stop though; I don’t think I can let you go alone, my lad.”
“If I don’t go alone, sir, it’s of no use.”
“You are right. Then we’ll risk it; but if the smugglers kill you, don’t come and blame me. Have the boat ready, Mr Gurr. Here, Raystoke, come down into the cabin at once.”