But we must go." "There is one chance, though," said Mike eagerly: "he may have taken fright and gone with all his smuggled stuff." "Of course he may," said Vince eagerly.

"Why, here are we fidgeting ourselves about nothing.

While we've been sleeping in this seal cavern, he has had his men working away to carry off all that stuff to his ship.
Poor old Ladle! He won't even get enough silk to make his mother a dress.

Well, are you ready ?" he continued, with forced gaiety.

"I'm hungry and thirsty, and my poor feet feel like ice." Mike hesitated.
"We must go," said Vince, changing his tone again.