"You see, it's a big job, gentlemen, and it's no use for us to roosh it. What I want is for us to be able to lay this 'ere boat aboard, and leave to begin. I want room, sir, and to see what tools I want, and--" "Ahoy there, Mr Poole!" came from the next boat. "Let your men give way and follow me. I am going to board the gunboat now, and put a prize crew on board." "Ay, ay, sir," cried Poole; and then to the carpenter, who sat moistening his hands prior to giving them a rub on his knees, "There you are, Chips. Give way, my lads. We are going to make fast a tow-rope to the gunboat's stern. Keep your eyes open, and you will see how Chips will haul her off." There was another laugh as the men bent to their oars, rowing so vigorously that several of the small craft full of Don Ramon's followers, hanging round the ponderous-looking craft upon the rocks, hurriedly made way as if half expecting to be run down, and a few minutes later the schooner's boats, headed by Mr Burgess, were alongside their late dangerous enemy, to spring on board, the Spanish crew drawing back to the other side to crowd together and look carelessly on, all idea of resistance being at an end. CHAPTER FIFTY SIX. WINKS'S LUCK. Neither Fitz nor Poole had felt any desire to pose as the heroes of the little night attack, which had resulted in the disabling of the armoured man-of-war, but it was with a strange feeling of exultation that they climbed on board in the full sunshine, eager as they were to stand once more upon the decks, and see in the broad daylight what the vessel was like into which they had climbed in the darkness of the night. Fitz's first thought as he passed through the gangway was to make for the great gun that stood amidships upon its iron platform and revolving carriage, the huge muzzle elevated, and looking ready to hurl its great shells far and wide; but he had to wait and stand with the schooner's men drawn up while the prisoners and volunteers who had joined the winning side filed down into the boats that swarmed around, till with one exception the crew had all left the deck, the exception being the firemen, who willy nilly were retained on board for service in connection with the engine under the new President. All this took time, but at last Don Ramon's dread had become his joy, and he showed his feeling of triumph as he paced the gunboat's deck rubbing his hands, and every now and then giving vent to a satisfied "Hah!" as he stopped to converse with Burgess, or to say a kindly word to one or other of the prize crew, not least to the two boys. "Hah!" cried the carpenter at last. "Now then, gentlemen, I think we must say going to begin. Here's Mr Burgess as hungry as I am. You would like to come round with us, wouldn't you, Mr Poole? Mr Burgess says we can get to work as soon as ever we like."