"You see—chust vait!" answered the Russian, and with this the hatch was again put in place and the conference came to an end.
Captain Ponsberry was fairly boiling with wrath, but even so he realized that prudence is often the better part of valor.
"There is no use of trying a rush to the deck," he said. "Those rascals would surely shoot us down. Just now some of them are in the humor for anything."
"Perhaps we can do something to-night," suggested Larry.
"They talk about starving us out," said Luke. "Ain't there nothin' to eat here?"
An inspection was made of the cabin pantry, which brought to light some preserves, some pickles, a pot of cheese, and a tin of fancy crackers.
"About enough for one meal," said Captain Ponsberry, grimly.
"And a pretty slim one at that," added Larry. "But I say, captain," he added, suddenly, "isn't there a door leading from the back of the pantry down into the hold?"
"There was once—but I had it nailed up years ago, for we never used it."
"If we can open that, we might get something from the hold."
