"That was only to get your consent to the plan, you spoonies," said Frank.
"You are smart sailors, I must confess," replied Paul, with a sneer. "It was easy enough to get out of the harbor, but not so easy to get back again."
"We depended upon you," said Tom.
"Did you, indeed? Do you expect me to join in such a miserable scrape as this?"
"We will do just what you say now."
"Will you? You are very kind. After you have got into a difficulty you can't get out of you want me to join the company. You expect me to pilot you down to Portland—don't you?"
"We will obey your orders, Paul; go anywhere you please," said Frank.
"That is a great deal easier said than done. What can I do, what can anybody do, in this fog? You thought you knew everything, Tom, better than Captain Gordon. I hope you have got enough of it."
"Captain Gordon was right," replied Tom; and this sentiment was responded to by all the mutineers.
"I'm glad you have come to your senses, even at the eleventh hour," continued Paul; who, finding the conspirators were all upon the stool of repentance, was disposed to treat them a great deal better than they deserved.