“I want some whisky, Lazaro. Do you know where the keys of the wine locker are kept?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Well, get them.”
“Captain Long——”
“Hang Captain Long! I am captain now! I want those keys!”
“Very well, sir.”
Chester lighted a cigarette and puffed at it.
Dick was sitting up now, with his back against a locker.
“Get hold of him, Moran!” ordered Arlington. “Let’s sit him up where we can look at him.”
The captive was lifted to a seat on the locker.