“We couldn’t see, and no names were mentioned. It was dark.”
“Is the captain or the mate mixed up in it?”
“We don’t know, but I don’t think the captain is.... You don’t suppose anybody can hear what we say in here, do you?”
“Hardly.... Now what’s to be done?”
“We ought to have all the arms. The owner and the captain and the faithful hands always try to get all the arms and ammunition.”
“That would be a good idea. But we haven’t any arms. Never expected to need a gun. Huh.... Somebody’ll smart for this. I don’t believe they’ve got nerve to go through with it. Why, Nantucket is only a mile or so over there. The island is alive with summer visitors. The bay out there is speckled with boats. Mutiny can’t happen in such a place.”
“You wouldn’t say treasure hunting could go on here, either,” says Catty, “but it is.”
“Humph,” says Mr. Dunn, and at that very minute we heard a man holler outside and then a chorus of shouts and yells, and out we all dashed. The first thing we saw was about nine men piling onto the captain, and another crowd sitting on the mate.
“It’s busted,” says Catty, “and they’ve seized the officers.”
Mr. Dunn charged right out, bellowing at the top of his voice. “Hey, what does this mean? What’s going on.”