“Shall we try for it?”
“We shall, more power to us!”
They walked slowly down the pier; as they neared the end Longsword caught Ethan by the arm.
“Sh-h!” warned he.
“What is it?” asked the boy.
“There is some one beyant there.”
Ethan strained his eyes through the darkness, and at last he made out the shadowy forms of several men standing at the end of the pier.
“A guard over the boat,” he whispered to the Irish dragoon.
“That Danvers is a suspicious bla’guard,” grumbled Longsword. “Sure here we have sorra the weapon—not even a lump of a stick—and we have the luck to come across a couple of able bodied lads wid cutlasses and pistols, I have no doubt.”
“Those we knocked down a few moments ago had the same,” said Ethan evenly. “And we had no trouble in disposing of them.”