"I laid by to see what they would do. Just as you foresaw, lieutenant, Foxface took up the keg, which was still pretty nigh full, and laughingly showed it to the Frenchman. The next thing was, they swilled at it, turn and turn about, making fun of me."
"How has it ended?"
"The keg is ended, lieutenant, that's a sure fact, and both the scoundrels are dead drunk, not even snoring."
"Good; they are on the shelf. How about the others?"
"All are sleeping. There is nobody afoot but you and me, and the captain, I reckon."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite; the sentinels are sawing gourds in the Land of Nod too."
"Very nice. You know what you are to do?"
"I do, lieutenant."
"Then get about it, my lad, and bear in mind that, in strictly following my instructions, you are working for your good and your freedom."