“Oh yes, I shouldn’t forget them. I’d tie ’em together and lower them down out of the window. He’s sure to have the captain’s cabin, and the window will be open, ready.”
“Bravo!” cried Mr Preddle. “Oh dear! I wish I was a boy again.”
“And the best of the fun will be,” I continued excitedly, “old Jarette will never think anyone would go straight to his cabin, and be watching everywhere else.”
“Then you think you can do this?” said Mr Frewen, eagerly.
“Oh yes, I think so, sir.”
“I’d better come with you, my lad,” he continued.
“No; that would spoil all. A boy could do it, but I don’t believe a man could.”
“He is right, Frewen,” said the mate. “Then understand this, Dale, you will have to act according to circumstances. Your object is to get weapons, which you will hang out so that we can get hold of them; perhaps you will be able to lower them into the boat and then slide down the rope you use. But mind this, you are not to try and communicate with the Dennings.”
“What?” said Mr Frewen, angrily.
“It would be fatal to our success,” said the mate, firmly. “Now, Dale, you understand, guns or revolvers, whichever you can get.”