“Down with you.”
“He’s entering a boat. There he goes out on the water!”
“Go down, I say!”
“Hush! Don’t get excited! Pomp, let her descend!”
The darky nodded his woolly head, and let the airship descend toward the lagoon.
All the escaping pirates saw the Jove; a babel of excited voices rose, and they pulled swiftly through the creek to the sea.
The fog rolled up just then and hid them.
Finally Zamora cried:
“There’s a ship—the Golden Lion—at the inlet!”
“She stands luffed up, and all are boarding her, too,” said Frank, critically. “They design to escape.”