"The first dodge as I remember bowling out—and the simplest of ’em," Mr. Scarlett told me another evening, as he sipped his tot of rum—for it was not until Percy had brought along his rum and he had taken several "sips", when the crew had "piped down" and everything was quiet, that he generally started his "talking machine"—"they built double bottoms in their dhows, made ’em so cleverly that we used to think they were the real inner skin. But we happened to have emptied one of her cargo, and walking about inside her she sounded hollow under our feet, so we ripped up a board and found a snug little collection of rifles lying there. Of course the nakhoda swore he knew nothing about them; he and his crew called upon Allah and most of the minor prophets to testify to that, but it didn’t prevent them doing their five months ’chokey’ or losing their dhow. A nice little haul that was, and the word was passed along to ’sound’ the bottoms of all the dhows we overhauled. We used to bang ’em with the butts of our rifles. They gave up that dodge after a while and invented something ’cuter’ still. They’d fasten ten or twelve long ropes to the keel, outside her, bringing them over the side on deck, and they’d lash the free ends to sacks of rifles. If they sighted a gunboat or a launch, or any of our people, and there was a risk of being caught and searched, they’d simply drop them overboard and let them hang down in the water suspended from the keel. Along we would come, and find nothing wrong; search her high and low, and let her go, with our blessing or the other thing. Then one of our launches happened to come upon a dhow unexpectedly, and caught them doing it, heaving the sacks of rifles overboard—took her by surprise—and that game was ’up’. Never you leave a dhow, sir, till you’ve ’underrun’ her.[#] You’d be surprised how many rifles we picked up that way. [#] Underrun = drop a bight or loop of rope over the bows and haul it along under her keel. "Then there’s another dodge they have round about these coasts. All along the Arabian side there are plenty of mangrove trees, and a great trade in firewood is carried on with the Persian coast. So what was easier for a dhow than to stow a dozen or more rifles at the bottom of the hold and fill up with firewood on the top of them? They’d chance us getting tired of unloading them; a cutter cruising by herself couldn’t do it, because you daren’t throw any of the stuff overboard, and there wasn’t room on the dhow’s deck for all the wood stowed below. Why, sir, I’ve seen the whole of the _Pigeon’s_ upper deck on both sides full up to the level of the ’nettings’ with chunks of firewood. Just imagine the amount of work that meant—five or six hours in the horrid heat—every chap feeling as limp as putty with the climate and the monotony. A cutter cruising by herself either had to let her go or stand by the dhow, wasting perhaps three or four days, till her gunboat came along to victual her.