CHAPTER XI
AFLOAT ON THE CANAL
Dot Kenway might have been much more frightened, shut into the canalboat hold in the dark, had it not been for two things. She was more afraid of the thunderstorm raging overhead than she was of the dark. Secondly, she had Sammy Pinkney with her.
That savage pirate might shake with nervousness, but he certainly could not be afraid!
"Don't you mind, Dottie," he said to her. "They don't know we're here yet."
"And if they do find out?" she asked.
"Why, if they do— Well, ain't we pirates?" demanded Sammy boldly. "I guess when they find that out they'll sing pretty small. Besides, there's only one man and a dog."
"But isn't there a girl!" asked Dot doubtfully.
"Pooh! what's a girl!" demanded Sammy loftily. "Girls don't count. They can't fight."
"No-o. I s'pose not," admitted the smallest Corner House girl, who knew very well that she could not fight. She was willing to cook, wash and keep house for pirates; but Sammy must do the fighting.