If it was, I'd say, jump in and swim for it!" "Pst! a boat," whispered Mike.
Vince turned sharply round, to see that a small boat had suddenly glided out of the darkness, to be borne by the current up against the lugger's side; and the next minute Daygo climbed in, painter in hand, the captain going up to him at once, and then returning to where the boys were standing together.
Dark as it was, they could see a mocking smile upon the man's face, but before he could speak Vince forestalled him.
"All right," he said: "you want us to go below and stay till the lugger is worked out." "Yais, zat is it," said the captain.

"Some day you sall help me, visout ze pilot, eh?
Go below, and stop youselfs.

Shut ze cabin door.

You vill find somesings to eat." The boys went down without a word, and they had proof that the captain followed them, for a sharp click told that a bolt outside had been shot.
"Eat!" said Vince scornfully; "he thinks that boys are always wanting to eat!" "Never mind, Cinder," said Mike, sitting down before the table, upon which some fresh provisions stood.

"Let him think what he likes; let you and me eat while we have a chance; we may be escaping, and not get an opportunity for hours and hours." Vince saw the force of the argument, and followed his companion's example, both listening the while and hearing the men hurry on deck.
Soon after they felt the lugger begin to move, and they sat eating and comparing notes as they recalled what they had heard the last time.