Part 64 (1/2)
”Right! Got 'em at last,” cried Gurr ”Clear off more stones, my lads
No; stop!” he said
”Yes, I knohat you are thinking, Mr Gurr,” said Archy ”The men couldn't have shut theht, that's the way down to their curiosity shop, and they're hiding in this hole here”
Then, thrusting in his head, and holding on by the rugged stones, he shouted into the hollow passage,--
”Now then, my lads, out you coame's up, and if you don't coh”
Still no reply
”Come, come, my lads, no nonsense! Surrender I don't want to use pistols and cutlashes to Englishame's up
Surrender”
Still no reply
”I don't think that hole goes in far, Mr Raystoke,” whispered the master ”There's no echo like, and it sounds smothered” Then aloud,--
”Now, then, is it surrender? Oh, very well; I've got soers to send in after you”
He drew a pistol fro at Archy as he did so ”Now, then, once--twice--fire!”
He pointed the er, and in the se brambles and clematis there was a dull flash, the report sounded smothered, and the place was filled with the dank, heavy-scented smoke
”There's precious little room in there,” whispered the master ”If there'd beeninstead of co back like a slap in the face Here, one of you, reload that You, dick, follow ht, you come on next, bo's'n, with the whole of your boat's crew”
”Ay, ay, sir”
”Hi! In there Do you surrender?”
There was not a sound, and, after a ripped his cutlass, went down on all fours, after driving his hat on tightly, and crawled into the hole, followed by dick
”Keep a cheery heart on it, lad,” said one of the men just before to dick ”We'll fetch you out and bury you at sea”
dick drove his elbow into the rinned as he felt the point of his cutlass, and dived into the hole, while the boatswain and his e forward at the first sound of a scuffle
Archy peered in at the dark passage, his heart beating as he listened to the noisein, and the last of the two had hardly disappeared when there was a shout, a scuffle, and the boatswain plunged in
”All right!” they heard Gurr say ”I've got him Hold still, you varet by , and the rattle of a stone or two, as the listeners pictured in their ownpast the master and his prisoner, and then dick's voice caet no farther All choked-up”