“Yes,” said the captain; “you are quite right; but we’ll hold out till to-morrow. Help may come.”
“To be sure it may,” said the major cheerily. “I’m ready to wait. I’ve only spoken my mind.”
“I thank you, major,” said Captain Strong. “You are quite right. I felt that my plans were next door to madness; but I was ready to do anything sooner than lose my ship.”
Chapter Nineteen.
How there was another Enemy to Fight.
It was rapidly growing dark as Billy Widgeon went slowly up to Mark. He limped as he walked, and there was a bandage round one of his short legs.
“I’ve been having a look at that there monkey, Mr Mark, sir,” said the little sailor. “He’s just come out of his hole, looking scared because he thought the fellows was shouting at him. He came down over the stern and in at one of the windows, and he’s been a-making no end of fuss over old Bruff’s crocodilly leg, and he doesn’t seem to understand it a bit. But I say, sir, what are we going to do next? Some of the chaps is rather bad.”
“Poor fellows!” said Mark. “I suppose we shall have to fight again.”