“Powder, sir, out o’ that there locker.”
“What! and blow them up?”
“O’ course, sir,” whispered Tom, “sky high.”
Chapter Thirty Nine.
Desperate Measures.
“Powder? An explosion?”
“Yes, sir; blow the whole thing out just when they didn’t expect it.”
“The powder?” cried Mark, excitedly. “Yes, of course. Why, Tom, I never thought of that. We will in the morning, when they are not so strictly on the watch.”