Tim Lacy now came aft. "There they are waitin' for us--an' the joke of it is, Sammie, we c'n go out the North Passage with a fair wind. They must 'a' forgot that I was born and brought up in this very bay."
"But we're not goin' out the North Passage, Tim."
"No?"
"No."
"But why? An' it's a beat up by them."
"Well, a beat it'll be. Go for'ard now."
"What'll he be at now?" muttered Tim.
But Leary knew. One eye he had for the approaching fleet and one to the ledge of rocks toward which the Ligonier was winging. "Some of 'em, by this time, think we're trying to run away. But they'll know better in a minute. And now do you, Tim, stand by that old cannon."
She was almost into the rocks then, holding in for the last foot of clear water; but not for too long did he allow her to run on. Just
