“Come?” he said sharply.
“Yes. I’m going to rouse up the others. Blunt wants you on the wharf.”
So well had the plans been made that in an incredibly short space of time the whole of the defenders had gathered in silence, to find that the place was completely shut in by the thick white mist, neither warehouse nor river being visible, even those who were two yards distant being quite invisible to their friends.
Chapter Thirty Six.
“All in to begin.”
With so great a danger at hand not a bound was made, every man, weapon in hand, listening and waiting for the next phase of the pirates’ approach; while many a heart that had sunk low in the presence of the peril began to beat less heavily as the minutes glided on, with the veil of mist which hid them from their enemies growing thicker.
“Are we saved?” said Uncle Jeff at last in a whisper—“I don’t want to fight.”
“Nor do I, uncle,” whispered back Stan; “but it seems to be too good to be true.”