"He is the fellow you call Angy, and his full name is Michael Angelo Spickles. The two given names appear to have been used to take off the curse of the homely last name; but Buonarotti is not honored in his namesake," added the instructor, laughing. "I saw him yesterday when he called at the school, and Matt Randolph told me something about him."
"I saw the schooner in the river yesterday, but I did not go very near her. These fellows are a bad lot, and a few years in the State prison will do them good. I begin to feel as though it were breakfast-time," said Dory. "I have had a long tramp this morning."
"I have the same feeling. But what are you going to do, Dory?" asked the instructor, to whom Dory had not yet explained his intentions, if he had any.
"I don't know yet: that will depend upon what those fellows do. I should like to get possession of that schooner and the four fellows that belong to the gang; and I shall be willing to go without my breakfast for the sake of doing it," replied Dory. "I should like to sail the La Motte into Beechwater with these four fellows under the hatches."
"Do you think of doing any thing of that sort?" asked the instructor, with no little astonishment on his face.
"Not without your consent and assistance, Mr. Jepson."
"That would be a rather bold enterprise, Dory."
"We are only two, and I don't think of fighting them, or any thing of that sort; though I am ready to lay hands on them if the chances are in our favor. I don't think they are fighting characters, like the one already captured."
"But they are not going to give themselves up without some sort of persuasion."
"We will persuade them, then, if they insist upon it. There are only two of them left on board of the vessel. By the use of a little strategy, we can get on board of the schooner. Then we can watch our chances, and do what the occasion may require."