"You mean—?"
"That we've got to disable that gun."
"It'll be taking a big chance," Bob reminded him.
"Don't I know it?" Jack retorted. "But if we don't we're licked before we start, that is, if they mean business."
By this time the fog had shut down on the boat and it was, as Bob, had said, almost thick enough to cut. Although they were standing only three or four feet apart, they could hardly see each other in another five minutes.
"What do you say?" Jack whispered impatiently.
"I—I reckon it's up to us."
"Good! Come on then, there's no time to lose. No knowing how long it'll last."
"But we've got to be mighty careful about getting away. If Captain Ole or Uncle get wise they may not let us go."
"Well, they're both up in the wheel house and all the crew are below except Pat and he was fixing something or other out in the stern a few minutes ago, so I reckon, the coast is clear."