Then they would burn it to the ground, put him on board the Ailie, up with the jib-boom sail, and away to the Tower of London.
At the words "Tower of London," Ben cried "Tumble up there!" which was the signal for three such ringing cheers as only British tars are capable of.

Three?
To be exact only two and a half, for the third stopped in the middle, as if the lid had suddenly been put on.
What so startled them was the unexpected appearance in their midst of the very man Tommy had been talking of.

Taking a stroll through the Den, Mr.McLean had been drawn toward the ruin by the first cheers, and had arrived in time to learn who and what he really was.
"Stroke!" gasped one small voice.
The presumptuous man folded his arms.

"So, Sandys," he said, in hollow tones, "we meet again!" Even Grizel got behind Tommy, and perhaps it was this that gave him spunk to say tremulously, "Wh-what are you doing her ?" "I have come," replied the ruddy Pretender, "to defy you, ay, proud Sandys, to challenge thee to the deed thou pratest of.

I go from here to my Lair.