"Goin' to be long away?"
"Ho! yes, very long."
"Where's the little girl they took from Sarawak?"
"Gone away."
"Where away?"
"Don't know."
"Now, look here, you old hag," said the pirate, drawing a pistol from his belt and levelling it, "tell the truth about that girl, else I 'll scatter your brains on the floor. Where has she gone to?"
"Don't know," repeated Meerta, with a look of calm indifference, as she took up a tankard and wiped it out with a cloth.
The man steadied the pistol and pressed the trigger.
"You better wait till she has given us our grub," quietly suggested one of the men.
The leader replaced the weapon in the shawl which formed his girdle, and said, "Get it ready quick—the best you have, and bring us some wine to begin with."
Soon after that our friends, while conversing in low tones in the grove, heard the unmistakeable sounds of revelry issue from the cave.
"What think you, boys," said Sam suddenly, "shall we go round to the harbour, surprise and kill the guard, seize the pirate-ship, up anchor and leave these villains to enjoy themselves as best they may?"
