"I could only see the face of one of them. He woke up, and lifted up his head to look at me, and he didn't look a bit like a fisherman. He seemed to me just like one of those fellows that you see in New York—a regular 'rough,' you know."
"You're sure he saw our boat?" asked Charley.
"Sure as sure can be," replied Harry. "And he watched it very sharp, too."
"Boys," asked Charley, "has anybody got a pistol? I know there isn't any gun aboard."
"We didn't bring pistols, for Uncle John wouldn't consent to it," answered Harry; "and he said we wouldn't need a gun. I've got a lot of powder for the cannon, but it wouldn't be much good against the pirates that the old man told us of."
"We have got a cannon, haven't we!" said Charley, thoughtfully. "I'd forgotten that. Let me have a look at it."
He examined the cannon closely, and carefully dried the bore with the help of his handkerchief and a small stick. Then he came back to the cockpit and asked, "Does anybody happen to have anything that will do for shot?"
"I've got about a handful of marbles," said Joe. "I forgot to leave them behind."
"They're just the thing," said Charley. "Give 'em to me, will you, and let me have a lot of that thick brown paper that was wrapped round the stove, provided there is any of it left."