"Good gracious! They have guns, and I've only my umbrella!"
"We have our pistols and a couple of rifles."
"Against a hundred, perhaps. Still, two determined men, behind rocks—could you spare a pistol for me?"
"If necessary, but I hope we sha'n't have to fight. They will probably tire of besieging us here."
"A siege! But, my dear boy, we can't stand a siege without food, and I confess, Mr. Fawcett, I am hungry. Really, I must eat, and I will say this for the brigands: they did give us food, of a sort."
"Ah-Sam has plenty of food—of a sort," said Bob, smiling. "And perhaps, Mrs. Pottle, while we are doing what we can to strengthen the position, you won't mind preparing a meal."
"Of course not. If only I could get a cup of tea!"
"Ah-Sam has tea, and rice, and millet, and a few other things."
"The dear man! But a kettle?"
"He has a pot, and an oil-lamp, anu plenty of matches."