“I wish it were,” was the reply. “I wanted to tell you that I had last night such a dream.”
“Had you? Well, are you going to tell it to me?”
“No; impossible, for I can’t recollect it all myself, only the stupid and muddled part of it. But I have been trying to puzzle it out this morning, and that set me thinking about other things as well, till at last, all of a sudden, I got the very idea we want.”
“You have! What is it?” cried Poole excitedly. “Tell me gently, for perhaps I could not bear it all at once.”
“It’s the way to disable the gunboat.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes.”
“A good sensible, possible way, that could be done?”
“Yes, and by one person too, if he had the pluck.”