“We could not shoot him through the stockade.”
“No. Or he could go up on the cliff and watch there and never let us out. Our provisions would not last for ever.”
“The water would go first.”
“Suppose he does that, what shall we do then?” said Mark.
“I don’t know,” said Bevis languidly.
“But, now you think.”
“Bore a tunnel through the cliff to the sea,” said Bevis, yawning. “I am so sleepy, and one get out and swim round and fetch the raft.”
“Tunnel from the cave right through?”
“Straight right through.”
“We shall beat him any way,” said Mark.