“What, about the power going with the party who held the gunboat? Well, it’s a pity we can’t capture her too.”
“Or run her ashore, father.”
“What, wreck her? That would be a pity.”
“I meant get her ashore so that she’d be helpless for a time.”
“Well, now’s your time, my boy. It has come to a pretty pass, though, Burgess, for these young chaps to be taking the wind out of our sails.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” growled the mate. “Here, let’s have it, Poole. Look at him! He’s got something bottled up as big as young Mr Burnett, I dare say.”
“Eh? Is that so, my boy? Have you been planning some scheme as well?”
“Well, father, I had some sort of an idea. It came all of a jump after Burnett had proposed disabling the gun.”
“Well done!” whispered Fitz excitedly.
“What is it, my lad?” said the skipper.