Then the captain smiled, and turning leaped lightly back on to the launch.
'It's all right, Ken,' he said. 'We are going to try it.'
'Hurrah!' cried Ken in high delight.
'Try what?' demanded Roy. 'Hang it all! Don't keep us in the dark. What's
all the mystery about?' Ken glanced at his father.
'All right,' said the latter. 'Every one must know and agree before we
start.'
'Gentlemen,' he said, addressing the anxious crowd who surrounded him, 'my
son has suggested that we might do something better than go and lie up for
an indefinite time in the hiding-place which would be our only possible
refuge on these shores, and where we should be in constant danger from the
enemy. His idea is that we might make a dash back down the Straits.'
'Mais, it would be ze madness!' exclaimed an elderly Frenchman, with a
gray imperial and a blood-stained bandage around his head. 'Zey would sink
us.'
'So they would under ordinary circumstances,' agreed the captain. 'But the
night and--more than that--the fog are in our favour.
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