It's shet up
tight. Hev ye got the chisel and mallet?"
"They're all right."
"Then less git ashore and drap the block out, though it's an orful pity
to lose it in the drink."
"Carn't we git the blarsted thing back to its place agin?"
"Onpossible; wild horses couldn't do it."
Harry whispered to Bigglethorpe: "What'll we do?" and the fisherman
answered: "Our duty is to fire, but we weren't told to kill anybody.
Don't you fire till I reload."
Then Bigglethorpe called out: "Surrender in the Queen's name," and fired
above the scow. Two or three pistol shots rattled over the sentries'
heads, and flattened themselves on the rock behind. "All ready!" said
the storekeeper, and Harry let fly his duck shot into the middle of the
crowd, who paddled vigorously from the shore. Bill Richards, having
alarmed the upper sentries by the discharge of his gun, came running
down, with the Pilgrims and Rufus, led by the detective, not far behind
him. "Shove out the skiff," called Bigglethorpe. The Richards shoved it
off, and Bill rowed, when the two sentries got on board. "Go it, Bill,
after the old tub," cried Harry; "we'll soon catch up.
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