“Yes.”
“Break open the staves to let it out—lay a good train—light a slow match close to the leather (ladder).”
“Yes.”
“Run up and get out as you got in.”
“Yes,” said Joe Banks, softly, “or die.”
“And you understand?”
“Yes.”
“And the wucks ’ll be blown to atoms.”
“And what are we to do for wuck then?” said Big Harry.
“You great maulkin, you get no wuck now,” cried Sim; and the big fellow grunted and looked uncomfortable.