“All, sir? Is there a graver peril than I know of?”
“Yes, my lad, and I think that you ought to know—that is, if you would rather share my knowledge than remain in ignorance.”
“I would rather share the knowledge, sir, and try to help you,” said the lad firmly.
“Good! Then you shall; Mr Murray, we have a strong little fort here, and provisions enough to last us a month.”
“Yes, sir.”
“But we shall be driven to cut our way somehow to the sloop.”
“Why not attack one of the schooners, sir—board her—for there are evidently more than one.”
“Because we want the sinews of war, Mr Murray.”
“Money, sir?” cried Murray.
“Tchah! Nonsense! Powder, my boy—powder.”