CHAPTER XIII.
A PRISONER OF WAR.
With the disappearance of the launches our lads realised that it was time to make new plans for immediate action.

So, as they walked slowly back towards the village, they earnestly discussed the situation.
"It is too bad that I have drawn you into such a scrape," said White, "and the very first thing for me to do is to make an effort to get you out of it.

So, if you like, I will drive you over to the station this afternoon, where you can take the morning train for St.Johns." "No," replied Cabot, "that wouldn't do at all.

In the first place, you didn't draw me into the scrape.

I went into it with my eyes open, and am quite ready to stand by what I have done.