Part 7 (1/2)
”Eh?”
”I say you won't. It will be dark, Dan, in one hour. There's a boat lying down on the creek.”
”An' faith, what's that to me?”
”Everything. You'll get on board that boat, go down the creek into the sea, and try and find the cruiser. The Brooklyn won't be far off. You must take a light with you and give a signal.”
Dan was astounded.
”An' is it by mesilf I'm to go?”
”That's exactly what it is, Dan. You're old enough to be trusted alone, you know.”
”But you?”
”Oh, I have work on sh.o.r.e. Never mind me.”
”It's more danger ye're runnin' your head into.”
”Trust me to get it out again. Now, don't interrupt me. I've a letter to write.”
Dan busily employed himself with the whisky whilst Young Glory was writing his letter.
”Here it is.”
”An' who's it for?”
”Captain Miles.”
”Our skipper?”
”He's the only Captain Miles I know. Now, Dan, it's very important that that letter should reach Captain Miles as soon as possible. You understand me?”
”Yes, an' if it's to be done I'll do it.”
”That I know. Now, to start you.”
The two men left the hut. The boat was moored immediately opposite, and in it were a pair of sculls.
Young Glory would not allow a moment to be wasted. He unhitched the painter and pushed off the boat. Then, having seen Dan start on his dangerous mission, he went back to the hut.
CHAPTER IV.
YOUNG GLORY AND CAPTAIN RUIZ CALDERON--IN THE CAMP OF THE PATRIOTS.
The project Young Glory had conceived was incredibly bold.
If he had told Dan what it was, the Irishman would have done his best to dissuade him from it.