“No, sir––no,” said Billy. “There’s not a grain of powder in the keg.”
“Empty––an empty keg?” the skipper roared.
“Do you think,” said Billy, indignantly, “that I’d have risked the schooner that way if ’twas a full keg?”
Skipper Bill stared; and for a long time afterwards he could not look at Billy without staring.
CHAPTER XXXIV
In Which Skipper Bill, as a Desperate Expedient, Contemplates the Use of His Teeth, and Archie Armstrong, to Save His Honour, Sets Sail in a Basket, But Seems to Have Come a Cropper
Billy Topsail suddenly demanded:
“Where’s the Grand Lake?”