Hide up liver." "Perhaps he's right," said Mr Grey, who sat back with the tiller in his hand, listening.

"They do imitate one another.

What one gang does, another does.

They're stupid enough to have no fresh plans of their own." By this time we were in the creek, which was just wide enough for the men to dip their oars from time to time, and the tide being still running up we glided along between the muddy banks and under the overhanging trees, which were thick enough to shade as from the hot sun.
The ride was very interesting, and made me long to get ashore and watch the birds and butterflies, and collect the novel kinds of flowers blooming here and there in the more open parts, the lilies close in to the side being beautiful.
But we had sterner business on hand, besides having the first lieutenant in the following boat, so I contented myself with looking straight ahead as far as I could for the maze-like wanderings of the creek, and I was just thinking how easily we could run into an ambuscade, and be shot at from the dense shrubby growth on the bank, when Mr Reardon called to us from his boat.
"Let your marines be ready, Mr Grey," he said, "in case of a trap.

If the enemy shows and attacks, on shore at once and charge them.