"Going to eat machinery?" demanded Luke.
"No—canned goods, Luke; I know Jeff had some placed there, for he didn't have room in his storeroom."
"Dat am a fac'," put in the cook. "I'se got lots ob t'ings in dat dar hold."
"Then that settles the starving question," said Captain Ponsberry. "I've got a small saw and a hammer down here somewhere. We can use them on the door."
"And that gives me another idea," went on Larry. "The hatch covering over the companionway belongs to the fore hatch. If we can reach that opening from here, why can't we steal on deck when we get the chance and try to make the mutineers prisoners?"
"Eureka!" shouted Luke. "That's the talk, Larry. Fer your years you've got a wonderfully long head on ye. We'll make 'em prisoners or chuck 'em overboard!"
"The idea is worth considering," said the captain. "But we must be careful."
A search was made and the hammer, small saw, and also a chisel were found. Then they cleaned out the pantry, took down several shelves, and thus uncovered the small door which had been nailed up.
