“Did you see it?”
“No, sir; or I should have spoke.”
“No, no; unless the beast proves dangerous, I will not have it shot.”
“But the beggar carried off a whole lot o’ biscuit last night, sir, and a lump o’ cold junk.”
“Well, that must be stopped at any rate. What do you say to half a dozen men being told off to lie in wait for the brute to-night?”
“No, sir; it’s what do you?”
“I say yes,” said Syd, and the boatswain brightened up.
“With pistols, of course, sir?”
“No, certainly not,” replied Syd, decidedly. “If we have firing in the dark there may be some accident. Select five men. There will be yourself, Mr Roylance, and I shall be there too. Eight of us ought to hold him if he comes.”
“And come he will, sir. You’ll go over the island to-morrow?”