"We didn't do so blamed bad arter all," chuckled Tim.
"Did yer see me drop forty o' them pirates vi' one shot?"
"Forty?" grinned Fritz.
"Ay–that's wot I see," Tim answered, haughtily.
"Nein! Yer vos misdooken."
"How so?" growled the old sailor.
"It vos eight hundert. But dere only vos dirty in ther gang."
"Come!" interposed Jack. "Quit your fooling, and let us get back to the stage. She's so disabled that we can't chase the bandits with her now. The sooner she's repaired the quicker we'll be able to get upon their trail and hunt them down."
They strode back to where they left the Terror.
Both the parrot and monkey were yelling furiously inside, and did not cease their clamor until their owners went in and pacified them.