“Yes.”
“They’re stealing round here. I can just make them out. Shall I fire?”
“Not unless they are coming on.”
In an instant Uncle Jack’s gun spoke out, and there was a fierce burst of yelling, followed by the familiar sound of spears striking the door or walls of the house.
“Mine plenty spear when piggi jump up,” said Shanter, quietly.
“Yes,” said the captain, after listening for a few moments.—“Going away, Jack?” he whispered.
“Yes; I fired while they were far off, so as to hit as many as possible. Only duck-shot.”
“Look here, Shanter,” said the captain. “Black fellow go now?”
“Baal go. Come along mumkull everybody.”
“Cheerful, boys,” said the captain; “but we shall stop that. Now then, the first thing is to close that chimney. How’s it to be done?”