“Tired out.”
“Thumped and breathless.”
“Jolly!”
“But I say! There’s one thing we’ve forgotten,” said Bevis. “If we smash our ship against a cliff like this she’ll go to the bottom—”
“Well, that’s just what we want.”
“Ah, but it’s not like rocks or shoals; she’ll go straight down, right under where we can’t get at her—”
“All the better.”
“But then our things will go down too—gun, and powder, and provisions, and everything.”
“Put them on the island first and wreck ourselves afterwards.”
“So we could. Yes, we could do that, but then,” said Bevis, imagining what would happen, “when the Pinta was missed from the harbour and did not come back, there would be a search, and they would think something had happened to us.”