“Yes, I know. Tell me, what are you going to do?”
“Do? We’re going to raise the mob, have a big riot, and rescue them. I want to know what you can do to help.”
“We are trying to help in another way,” said Frank excitedly.
“How?”
“Petitioning the King through the Prince.”
“No good,” said Drew shortly. “There’s no mercy to be had. Our way is the best.”
“But tell me: you are in a terrible state—you want money.”
“No. We’ve plenty, and plenty of friends in town here. Don’t think we’re beaten, my good fellow.”
Frank’s supply of biscuit came to an end, and to keep up appearances he began to delude the ducks by throwing in pebbles.
“There’s one of those spy fellows coming, Frank,” said Drew suddenly. “Don’t look round, or take any notice.”