Terrence came back a moment later and, bursting into laughter, said:
"Begorra! this will interfere with his sedentary habits for a month. Arrah, me boy, it's proud o' ye I am."
Fernando caught two or three glances thrown at him with expression of revengeful passion. Half a score of marines were seen coming around the rocks, and Terrence left off laughing. The three were alone against five times their number.
Fernando felt some one grasp him around the waist and hurry him from the spot, and ten minutes later they were in the boat skimming over the water back toward Baltimore.
"Put on ivery divilish stitch o' canvas yer tub 'll carry," said Terrence to Luff Williams. "The Johnny Bulls won't like this a bit, and bad luck to us if they git their hands on us."
Fernando, now that the nervous strain was over, sank back in the boat, almost completely exhausted.
"Fernando, ye did it illegintly," said the young Irishman.
"Will he die?"
"Not unless the doctors kill him trying to dig it out."
"I hope they won't."