“Why, you was asleep, that’s what you was,” cried the gunner angrily. “Nice job we’ve made of it. My! ar’n’t it dark? Now, then, where’s this here boat? Bring them two wounded men along. D’yer hear?”
“Oh, it ar’n’t been such a very bad time,” growled Tom Tully; “we did have a bit of a fight!”
“Fight? ay! and didn’t finish it. Now, then, Tom Tully, where’s that boat? Can you see her?”
“Yes; here she is,” growled the big sailor; “and blest if some one ar’n’t took away the oars; and—yes that they have. No getting off to-night, lads; they’ve shoved a hole in her bottom.”
“What!” cried Billy Waters, groping his way to the boat; and then, in a hoarse, angry voice, “and no mistake. She’s stove-in!”
Chapter Seventeen.
A Few Ideas on Escape.
Hilary Leigh felt very angry at being shut up in his prison, but the good breakfast with which he had been supplied went some way towards mollifying him, and as he sat upon the window-sill he felt that Sir Henry would much like to win him over to his side.