"Den ve vill take him."
"Oh, will you?" Carew drew from his pocket Allen's revolver, which he always carried about with him now. "Look you here, my friends; I don't want a row, but if any man tries to come on board my vessel without my permission I will shoot him."
They were awed by the quiet determination of his manner, and felt that he would carry out his words.
"Does you know who you has down dere below?" asked the man who had spoken before.
"I don't know, and I don't care; but he is not going to be murdered by you cowards on board my vessel. If he has committed some crime, call the police. I will deliver him over to them only."
The passions of the mob had now cooled down considerably, and the men began to light their pipes, and looked once more the staid Dutchmen they naturally were.
At this juncture five or six of the sturdy Rotterdam police arrived on the spot, and commenced to disperse the crowd so effectually that in a few minutes not a soul was left on the quay.
One of the policemen, who understood a little English, came on board the yacht and inquired from Carew how the disturbance had commenced.
Carew told him all that had occurred.