Part 51 (1/2)

”Round and round,” said Bevis. ”Boom and splash and rumble,”--swinging his arm--”round and round, and never get any farther.”

”Not an inch,” said Mark. ”Stop; there's Tom's gun.” He meant the bird-keeper's.

”Pooh!” said Bevis, ”that's rotten old rusty rubbish. Isn't there anybody we could borrow one of?”

”n.o.body,” said Mark; ”they're all so stupid and afraid.”

”Donks.”

”Awful donks! Let's sell our watches, and buy one,” said Mark. ”Only they would ask what we had done with our watches.”

”I know,” said Bevis, suddenly kicking up his heels, then standing on one foot and spinning round--”I know!”

”What is it! Quick! Tell me!”

”Make one,” said Bevis.

”Make one?”

”A matchlock,” said Bevis. ”Make a matchlock. And a matchlock is quite proper, and just what they used to have--”

”But the barrel?”

”Buy an iron tube,” said Bevis. ”They have lots at Latten, at the ironmonger's; buy an iron pipe, and stop one end--”

”I see,” said Mark. ”Hurrah!” and up went his heels, and there was a wild capering for half a minute.

”The bother is to make the breech,” said Bevis. ”It ought to screw, but we can't do that.”

”Ask the blacksmith,” said Mark; ”we need not let him know what it's for.”

”If he doesn't know we'll find out somehow,” said Bevis. ”Come on, let's do it directly. Why didn't we think of it before.”

They returned towards the boat.

”Just won't it be splendid,” said Mark. ”First, we'll get everything ready, and then get s.h.i.+pwrecked proper, and be as jolly as anything.”

”Matchlocks are capital guns,” said Bevis; ”they're slow to shoot with, you know, but they kill better than rifles. They have long barrels, and you put them on a rest to take steady aim, and we'll have an iron ramrod too, so as not to have the bother of making a place to put the rod in the stock, and to ram down bullets to shoot the tigers or savages.”

”Jolly!”

”The stock must be curved,” said Bevis; ”not like the guns, broad and flat, but just curved, and there must be a thing to hold the match; and just remind me to buy a spring to keep the hammer up, so that it shall not fall till we pull the trigger--it's just opposite to other guns, don't you see? The spring is to keep the match up, and you pull against the spring. And there's a pan and a cover to it--a bit of tin would do capital--and you push it open with your thumb. I've seen lots of matchlocks in gla.s.s cases, all inlaid gold and silver.”

”We don't want that.”

”No all we want is the shooting. The match is the bother--”

”Would tar-cord do?”

”We'll try; first let's make the breech. Take up the anchor.”

Mark picked up the anchor, and put it on board. They launched the Pinta, and set sail homewards, Mark steering. As they were running right before the wind, the s.h.i.+p went at a great pace.