"Now, skidoo!" yelled some fifty voices, and the six seconds each took a second in making their exit from the scene of the disaster.
"I wonder what they can be going to do with us?" grinned McCabe, to
Judd. "Say, … do I look like a defeated general?"
"Never give up the ship!" kidded Judd, then to the three fellows who were holding him down: "What's the idea of tyin' my feet?"
"General's orders, sir, General's orders!"
Benz strode up.
"Escort or carry the prisoners down to the old bridge. Forward march, men!"
It did not take long to reach the bridge.
Bartz ran up to Benz. "What are you going to do?" he asked, suspiciously. "Surely you're not thinking of ducking 'em this time of year!"
"No, … only scare 'em! We'll hold 'em over the rail an' make believe we're going to drop 'em. Savvy?"
"I getcha. I thought that's what you were up to all the time," apologized Bartz, then in a louder voice; "Which one first, general?"