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'Commander says these are the jokers for a scrimmage, one told Ken, as they hurriedly passed them across to the people in the boat. 'He's right, said Roy, 'but we shall want a pistol or two as well. 'Plenty here, Horan, said Williams, the torpedo coxswain, holding up a couple of the big regulation Navy revolvers. 'It's all right. We've got all we want. Come along in, you two soldiers.
They ambled down the line for about half a mile. Then Horan brought them to a standstill. "This is the spot," he declared. "Now, if you want my impressions, you are welcome to them. All the search has been made on the right-hand side here, and in New York. I've had my eye on that hill for a long time. My impression is that he hid there." "I'll take your advice," Quest decided.
"Now, then, you fellows," Horan shouted. "What are you hanging about there for, Red Gallagher? Bring the carriage up. You fellows can go and have a smoke for an hour. I'm going to take her down the line a bit." The two men obeyed and disappeared in the direction of the section house. Quest looked after them curiously. "That's a big fellow," he remarked. "What did you call him? Red Gallagher?
Not only had he been wantonly assaulted, badly battered, and arrested, but the morning papers without exception came out with lurid accounts of his drunken brawl with the proprietor of the notorious Vendome. Not one accurate or truthful line was published. Patsy Horan and his satellites described the battle in detail. The one incontestable thing was that Carter Watson had been drunk.
Before they knew what was happening two were pistolled and one knocked silly by a blow from the butt of Horan's revolver. The two others fought gamely, but they were no match for the three Britishers. In less time than it takes to tell they were both laid out. 'Hurrah! cried Horan gleefully. 'Shut up, you ass! snapped Ken. 'Do you want to bring every Turk within half a mile down on us. Look out.
Now, about midnight, she had got quietly under way, and was steaming steadily in a nor'-westerly direction. 'What's up? Dave repeated in a puzzled tone. 'This ain't the way to Constantinople. 'Don't you be too sure of that, sonny, remarked Roy Horan, the big New Zealander who was standing with the two chums at the starboard rail. 'We ain't going home anyhow.
Horan, the section boss," she explained. Mr. Horan shook hands. "Say, I've heard of you, Mr. Quest," he announced. "The young lady tells me you are some interested in that prisoner they lost off the cars near here." "That's so," Quest admitted. "We'd like to go to the spot if we could." "That's dead easy," the boss replied. "I'll take you along in the hand car. I've been expecting you, Mr.
Strang stared as if he thought that Ken had suddenly taken leave of his senses. 'Capture her? he repeated. 'Yes, sir. Then you could put all the prisoners aboard her, and they could find their own way to the hiding place. And Horan and myself, too, perhaps. Strang gave a low whistle. ''Pon my soul, it's an idea. Especially as, being an enemy ship, she wouldn't be so likely to be searched.
'We've got to, Ken answered quickly. 'Once they get that quick-firer posted, it's all up with our lads down below. They'll rake the trench from end to end. 'Let's wait till it's in place, and rush it, suggested Horan recklessly. 'We ought to be able to wipe out the gun crew before they nobble us. 'What's the use of that? retorted Ken. 'It's the gun itself we want to wreck not the crew.
For the moment a collision similar to that which had taken place at Boston, on a not dissimilar issue, seemed imminent. A frigate was stationed off Howth, with instructions, it was said, to intercept the prohibited woollens, but Alderman Horan, by the advice of his friends, allowed his application to remain on the custom house files.
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