"O now, what shall I say?" drawled Tom. "I am the unluckiest boy in the whole world!"
"We've heard that a thousand times," said the governor, impatiently. "We're all of us unlucky, for the matter of that. But what shall we do? Are we goin' to give up?"
"No, we are not. We have had a good many adventures to-night. I don't believe that any other boys of our age ever came safely out of as many scrapes as we have been into, and now we are not going to allow ourselves to be cornered, like rats in an oat-bin. We must leave here at once."
"I say, governor," suddenly exclaimed one of the robbers, who had made the circuit of the cove without finding any way of egress, "how do you get out of this hole?"
"We don't go out at all," replied the chief. "We stay in."
"We do not intend to remain here any longer. We have wasted time enough with you, and now we are going off on our own hook."
"Well, then, why don't you go?" drawled the skipper
"Because we can't find any way out of the cove."
"We don't want nothing more to do with you two fellers, whatsomever," said Sam. "Go off about your business."
"Now see here, boys, this thing has gone about far enough. We've had more than we want of this nonsense, and we'll teach you to give a civil answer to a civil question. We are going out, and one of you must show us the way," said the burglar; and, as he spoke, he came on board the schooner, and, striding up to Sam, seized him by the collar.