He was giving a good account of himself, striking out with such force and skill as gave evidence of much training in the use of his fists; but the sailors were too many for him, and he was at last overpowered and thrown to the deck.
Rude hands jerked him to his feet and it was then that Shirley and Mabel obtained their first look at his face.
Shirley started back with a cry of utter amazement. Then a name leaped to her lips, and was repeated by all the passengers within sight.
“Captain Von Blusen!”
“How in the world did he get here?” exclaimed Shirley.
“I can’t imagine,” declared Mabel, staring with open mouth.
Captain Anderson of the Yucatan now hastened down from the bridge and confronted the prisoner.
“What are you doing on my ship and how did you get here?” he demanded angrily.
Captain Von Blusen smiled at him.
“I just escaped, that’s all,” he replied. “You treated me so well before that I thought I would take passage with you. Besides it was the least likely place I would be looked for.”