“I hit him with my revolver butt. I thought it was his head but it must have been his hand.”
Lord Hastings, who had been seated, stood up.
“We’ll see,” he said.
He walked to the door and summoned the chief gunner’s mate.
“Johnson,” he said, “take a brace of automatics and summon every man of the crew here, coon, engineer and all. Don’t let a single one get the drop on you.”
Johnson looked blankly at his commander.
“Why—why——” he stammered.
“There is a spy aboard, Johnson,” said Lord Hastings calmly. “Hurry.”
The old man drew himself up and touched his cap.
“Aye, aye, sir,” he said quietly. “I’ll bring ’em.”