“Yes, sir; that’s it. You’ve got it to rights. That’s just what he says, only it’d be in his Spanish liquorice lingo; and then the very first time I takes my trick at the wheel I looks out for one of them ugly sharp-pinted rocks like a fang just sticking out of the water, runs the gunboat right a-top of it, makes a big hole in her bottom; down she goes, great gun and all, and there you are. Now, Mr Poole, sir, what have you got to say to that?”
“Nothing,” said Poole. “It’s too big for me. When do you mean to start?”
“Well, I haven’t quite made up my mind as to that yet, sir,” said Chips quietly. “There’s the skipper’s consent to get, and the painting to do; and then I aren’t quite sure about that there red comforter. I am afraid it’s in my old chest, the one that’s at home, and I shouldn’t look so Span’l-like without a bit of colour. But it’s a good idea, isn’t it, sir, although Mr Fitz don’t seem to think much of it? What do you make of them now on board the gunboat?”
“There’s somebody on the bridge, and he’s got a glass, and I saw the light flash off the lens just now.”
“Then they must be a-watching of us, sir, taking stock of the place. I shouldn’t wonder if we had a visit from them soon after dark, to try and take us by surprise.”
“Well, they won’t do that,” said Poole. “We shall keep too good a watch; but I shouldn’t wonder if they tried.” The time glided by, and the sun began to sink, to disappear quite early to the watchers, shut in by high cliffs; and as soon as it was out of sight the boat was dragged up stream, well hidden behind the overhanging boughs that dipped their tips to the edge of the river, till the first bend had been passed, when the men took to their oars and pulled hard till the schooner was reached.
There was scarcely anything to report, the only thing that took the skipper’s attention being Fitz’s statement that he had seen somebody on the gunboat’s bridge using a glass, and this was sufficient to start the skipper making preparations for the night, for after a short consultation with Burgess, they came to the conclusion that they would be attacked before long; and about an hour after darkness had set in, a whisper from one of the watch told that he had heard the faint creakings of oars on rowlocks.
A minute later a faint spark lit up what appeared to be a scale hanging from its chains and being lowered down from the schooner’s side into the water; but as it touched the surface it grew and grew, and went gliding down the stream, developing as it went into a tin dish containing some combustible which grew brighter and brighter as it went on, till it flashed out into a dazzling blue light which lit up the sides of the cliffs and glistened like moonlight in the water, till at about a hundred yards from the schooner’s stern it threw up into clear relief the shapes of three boats crowded with men, the spray thrown up by their oars glittering in the blue flare, and then ceasing.
For all at once a few softly-uttered words were heard upon the schooner’s deck, followed by a bright flash, and the roar of a volley echoed like thunder from the cliff-sides, for the skipper’s preparations had been well made, so that about a score of rifle-bullets were sent whizzing and hissing over the enemy’s heads, while those who looked on over the schooner’s bulwarks saw the blue light begin to sink and grow pale as it went on down stream, throwing up the boats in less bold relief as they too went down towards the mouth in company with their illuminator.
Five minutes later all was dark and still again.