Next day saw them no nearer a solution of the problem. The enemy were still in force, and the punishment they had received had not sufficed to detach the "bad men," who were easily distinguishable from the other negroes by their characteristic equipment. Juma had in fact persuaded them that the surrender of the white men was only a matter of time: they could not live without food, and while they remained in the fort to obtain food was impossible. "Look here, Charley," said John that afternoon, "we can’t stand this any longer. It’s neck or nothing, and I’m for a bold course. That village up yonder is crammed with food-stuff of all kinds. They’ve just been harvesting. I vote we make a dash for it and seize enough to last us best part of the way home. All the fighting men are away, or nearly all. If we can only get there it’ll be easy enough to capture the place and hold it as long as we like: there’s a good stockade. But I don’t want to hold it. We might stay there a day or two until our men are fed up, and then make tracks. Perhaps we’d have the luck to escape them; it’s not likely, I admit. They would be between us and the farm: we should have to be uncommonly clever to dodge them; and as we couldn’t move fast, with our men loaded, they’re bound to come up with us some time or other. That would mean a fight in the open; perhaps a running fight for miles, with the odds of numbers against us. But I prefer fighting to starving; and it’s Hobson’s choice." "It means a night march." "Yes, but the men won’t mind that. We haven’t failed in anything so far, and success goes a long way with them." "Your escape has bucked them more than anything. Bill has told them some wonderful story about your voyage on the raft, and if you talked about taking a trip to the moon I believe they’d think it feasible." "Things couldn’t be better, then. Suppose we start about eight o’clock--the enemy will all be asleep by then--we should have ten hours’ grace before sunrise, more than long enough to get to the village, barring accidents." "That is, if they don’t find out that we’ve gone." "Of course. I don’t see why they should do that. They’ve never shown any inclination to attack us in the darkness, and if any of them keep a watch on the causeway side, they certainly don’t at the other end, or Coja couldn’t have got in. That’s our way out. We shall have to keep the men quiet, but we’ve done that before, and when we’ve explained to them what’s at stake they’ll be on their mettle. We’ll cross the pool in the canoes, and the paddles won’t make any sound that they can hear, if we’re careful." "I’ve an idea. While we’re ferrying our things over, and most of the men, why not start the others on a sing-song? That would drown any noise we might make."