He emptied his glass and slammed it on the table with a bang that startled Mr. Voules out of his stupor. “What the hell was that?” He sat up, staring blearily to and fro. “They shootin’ at us with our own guns?” The brief silence was broken by Jamie. “Guns?” he said mildly. “Did ye notice any guns, Ian, when ye packed up the captain’s gear?” “No, Uncle,” Ian said, in exactly the same tone. “No guns.”
