ship.

So they sailed and they sailed, the white flag with the skull and the
dead men's bones floating merrily in the breeze. And at last Dick
Deadeye called,--

"Cracky! Look where we are! You'd better go back. Remember what the
Toyman told us."

But Captain Jehosophat Kidd knew better.

"Pshaw! It isn't deep at all. It wouldn't drown a rat--not even a
little mouse."

Then there _was_ trouble.

They heard shouts along the shore, and, looking back, saw Fatty Hamm,
Reddy Toms, and Sammy Soapstone, jumping around like wild Indians.
They looked again--sharply this time--and saw that it wasn't boys
after all, but pirates, wicked, cruel, bloodthirsty pirates! And that
was bad enough!

"They're trying to capture us," shouted brave Captain Kidd, then,
forgetting that his ship was a full-rigged ship and went by sail, he
called,

"Row, brothers, row,
The stream runs fast."

You see, he remembered that from a poetry book he had read once and