the act of furling her sails and dropping anchor. There could be no doubt as to her character, for although too distant to admit of her crew being distinguished by star-light, her rig and general appearance betrayed her.
"Not a moment to be lost, Robin," said Sam Shipton hurriedly, as he led the way back to the cavern, where old Meerta and blind Bungo, aided by Letta, had already cleared away all evidence of the late feast, leaving only three tin cups and three pewter plates on the table, with viands appropriate thereto.
"Ha! you 're a knowing old lady," exclaimed Sam, "you understand how to help us, I see."
"Me tink so!" replied Meerta, with an intelligent nod. "On'y us free here. All de pyrits gone away. Dem sinners on'y come here for a feed—p'r'aps for leetil poodre. Soon go away."
"Just so," said Sam, "meanwhile we will hide, and return after they are gone, or, better still, if you, Letta, and Bungo will come and hide with us, I 'll engage to lay a train of powder from the barrels inside to somewhere outside, and blow the reptiles and the whole mountain into the sea! There 's powder enough to do it."
"You tink me one divl?" demanded the old woman indignantly. "No, some o' dem pyrits not so bad as each oder. You let 'em alone; me let you alone."
