“But flight, Jack.”
“Yes, flight, Jill, that’s it. I suppose they won’t drum-head us to-day?”
“I don’t know. I’m not so sure. A drum-head court-martial is a drum-head court-martial, you see. And the beauty of it is—if there be any beauty about it—that it’s got up and got done with at once.”
“Well, then, I move we prepare for instant flight.”
“Quite right. I’m all ready as it is. Let us eat this pie, though.”
We did eat the pie. In fact, we breakfasted very heartily. But we grew very sad again when we thought of Mattie we must leave so soon, if indeed we should be successful in getting away at all. However, we could only try.
I got Mattie by the port, and said sadly enough—
“You won’t ever, ever forget me, will you, dear Mattie?” I put the question with a kiss.
“No, you silly boy; I promise I won’t. But what a silly question. We’ll play at pirates again to-morrow.”
I felt very much inclined to cry, but—I did not.