We stepped out into the saloon, shut our door after us, and stood listening, wondering whether there was a sentry, but all was still, and concluding that all hands were on deck, Mr Frewen unfastened Mr Preddle’s door in the black darkness. He came out, and his door was also closed again.
“Follow!”
We went after Mr Frewen, and he stopped at a cabin-door on the opposite side, opened it, and I heard him say—
“Brymer.”
“Yes, who is it? Doctor?”
“Yes, dress sharply. Trousers only.”
“I am dressed. What’s up? Striking?”
“A blow for liberty.”
“Hah! A good time while they’re fumbling with the old Castle. How many are you?”
“Three, and three stout men on deck.”