Gatty.—"Release them! of course, glorious boys, we will. Have I not often released you two when playing at 'Prisoners base.'"
Sybil.—"Poor, poor fellows, we must try to help them."
Mother.—"This is news indeed! and I quite agree with all your feelings. But, children, you must let us think. Imagine what dangers you run."
Oscar.—"But, Mother, the poor prisoners!"
Felix.—"And, oh Mother, perhaps they will eat them, as Friday was going to be eaten."
Gatty.—"Pray, pray, do let us try to release them."
Sybil.—"Once they were safe in here we could soon make them well."
Serena.—"And then, being men, they will help us to fight against the pirates, and kill them all."
Mother.—"That will be very nice indeed. Schillie, these prisoners seem just sent in the nick of time to do the work I doubted our accomplishing."
Schillie.—"I think you and the children all a little cracked together, and have no doubt you will instantly march out in a body, give battle, and return victorious, carrying the prisoners in triumph, and decorated with the bloody heads of your enemies."