“That’s a true word, sir.”
“Well, you know what happened trying the cabin window?”
“Yes, sir, I just do,” said Tom, dolefully. “I thought Fillot AB’s kit was for sale aboard the Naughtylass.”
“Then the door—the hatch; what about that?”
“Ah,” said Tom, thoughtfully, “what about that?”
“Why, it’s wedged and barricaded up, and exit that way is impossible.”
“Hah! Exit that way’s impossible,” said Tom, after a deep breath. “Exit that way’s impossible.”
“We could not batter it open, but if we did, the whole gang would be waiting for us, ready to beat us back as we crept through, one at a time. Our only chance is to take them by surprise.”
“Only charnsh is to take ’em by surprise,” said Tom, thoughtfully—“surprise—surprise. Look ye here, sir,” he suddenly cried, eagerly, “why not take ’em then by surprise?”
“How?”