"And so are all my things," went on his naval friend. "That Frenchman, La Foy, was taking no chances."
"Well, if we haven't any weapons, or means of getting out of here, we must make them," said Tom, as hopefully as he could under the circumstances. "I don't know all the things that were put in this storeroom, and perhaps there may be something we can use."
"Shall we make the try now?" asked Ned. "I'm getting thirsty, at least. Lucky we had supper before they came out at us."
"Well, there isn't any water in here, or anything to eat, of so much I am sure," went on Tom "So we will have to depend on our captors for that."
"At least we can shout and ask for water," said Lieutenant Marbury. "They have no excuse for being needlessly cruel."
They all agreed that this might not be a bad plan, and were preparing to raise a united shout, when there came a knock on the door of their prison.
"Are you willing to listen to reason?" asked a voice they recognized as that of La Foy.
"What do you mean by reason?" asked Tom bitterly. "You have no right to impose any conditions on us."
"I have the right of might, and I intend exercising it," was the sharp rejoinder. "If you will listen to reason—"
"Which kind—yours or ours?" asked Tom pointedly.