Throw them in, our game and all.

Here, Herrick, take both guns." Everything was transferred in a very short time; and this done, Mr Brooke stepped aboard the little junk-like craft, gave his orders, and a line was attached to a grating, the other end to one of the ring-bolts.
Then the craft's anchor-line was unfastened, and our painter hitched on to it instead.

Next the grating was tossed overboard, with plenty of line to float it as a buoy and show where the boat had sunk, as it was pretty certain to do before long; and we, in our tiny junk, began to glide away with the tide, furnished with a serviceable boat, boasting of sails, even if they were not of a kind our men were accustomed to manage.
"Why, it is grand, Herrick!" cried Mr Brooke excitedly.

"We shall get them after all." "And all Ching's doing, sir," I said quietly.
"Ah, yes, perhaps; he is repentant now he has been found out.

But we shall see--" "That he is quite innocent, sir," I said.
"I hope so, my lad.