Sooner or later they must go.

I cannot do any more." "I'd make 'em go down quick enough," muttered Ezra, with an oath.
"Why don't you make old Miggs bore a hole in them, or put a light to a barrel of paraffin?
Bless your soul! the thing's done every day.
What's the use of being milk-and-watery about it ?" "No, no, Ezra!" cried his father.

"Not that--not that.

It's one thing letting matters take their course, and it is another thing giving positive orders to scuttle a ship.

Besides, it would put us in Miggs' power.