'A rare lot of it too!'
'You're not thinking by any chance of lobbing shot into Maidos, are you?'
asked Roy sarcastically.
'Not that,' said Ken. 'Hardly that. But what about setting off this little
lot? My notion is this. If we could put a slow match to the powder and
then clear out and get down to the mouth of the water-course before it
goes off, I believe those loafers down on the beach would all come running
up here to see what had happened. That would give us our chance to collar
a boat and clear.'
Roy gave a low chuckle.
'Not a bad notion, old son. Not half a bad idea. Yes, it certainly would
wake some of 'em up. But what about the slow match? We've got no fuse.'
Ken held out an old-fashioned candle lantern.
'I bagged this from the sentry. There's just half an inch of candle in it.
We've nothing to do but lay a train of loose powder up to it.'
Roy chuckled again.
'You're a bad 'un to beat, Ken. Yes, that ought to work. Let's get at it.'
The powder was just as old-fashioned as the rest of the outfit.
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