"No; but when we take the prizes what will we do with them?"
"Sell them to the highest bidder. You see the captain was thinking about this thing while he was eating his supper, and he came to the conclusion that since we have a fine vessel with guns and small arms for a crew of thirty men, we ought to use them. There are plenty of ships going by that are loaded up with stores for the King, and what is there to hinder our going out and capturing some of them?"
"Whoop!" yelled Enoch.
"That is what I thought, although I did not say it out quite so loud," said Zeke, laughing all over. "We want to keep it as still as we can, for there are a good many Tories around, and we want to keep them in ignorance of it. Now you boys stay here and talk it over and I will go ashore and bring off the rest of our guard."
"Do you think your mother will let you go on this vessel?" said Caleb, as he and Enoch leaned upon the rail and watched Zeke as he sculled the boat ashore.
"Let me go to fight against tyranny? Of course she will."
"You will be a pirate if you do."
"No more than I am now."
"And if they catch you——"
Here Caleb drew his head on one side and straightened his left arm above his head as if he were pulling on a rope.