"Wot fer?"
"How could you see in the dark?"
"Why, every time I fired ther moon popped out, an' as soon as I stopped it hid itself agin," explained Tim, "Waal, sir, arter ther crew o' that ship surrendered, wot d'yer s'pose?"
"Ve don't vos tink noddings!" roared Fritz.
"But I wants yer ter, I'll tell yer. We diskivered as ther ship wot we wuz firin' at wazn't no enemies wessel at all. It wuz our own consort, an'—"
"Oh, you old liar! You positively asserted it was your enemy—"
"But I wuz mistooken. I—"
Bang!
A startling report rang out.
It came from beneath the stage.