“Speaking for myself, I plays a trick.”
“Spoke like a wise man. Now what trick could you play?”
“That depends,” said Boulter, scratching his head. “What about boring a hole in her hull?”
“Seeing as none of us is a sword-fish, that can’t be done without ’tis noticed. What about giving ’em a scare? Them furriners are easy frightened.”
“You couldn’t scare ’em into quitting the vessel. But you talk of furriners. Now I come to think of it, I’ve knowed furren gentlemen put aboard outgoing vessels in the river—gentlemen as want to get away secret, and pay well for it. If so be——”
He paused and looked at the Frenchman.
“If so be as our furren gentleman could go aboard as a passenger, maybe the rest of us could get aboard too, eh?”
“Well, what then?”
“Why, that’s the trick, d’you see? What I say is——”
“But perhaps Mr. Seymour’s aboard, and he knows Mounseer,” said Martin.