"What will you do with the principal and the professors?" asked Pelham, lightly.
"We can run up within ten or fifteen miles of Cape Sable, give them one of the boats, and let them go on shore."
"Perhaps they won't go."
"We have ten fellows already in the Chain, who are seventeen years old. If we get half the crew, we can handle the other half, and the professors with them."
"All right! I'm with you, whether you succeed or not. I'm not going to be ground under Lowington's feet, and be snubbed by such fellows as Gordon. If I want to smoke a cigar, I'm going to do it."
"Or take a glass of wine," suggested Shuffles.
"If there is any on board."
"There is, plenty of it. I'll make you a present of a bottle, if you wish it."
"Thank you. Suppose we get the ship, Shuffles, who are to be the officers?" asked Pelham.
"We shall have good fellows for officers. You will be one, of course."