One heavy blow behind the ear staggered the Chinaman and another under the jaw made him relax his hold and stagger to the lower step of the ladder.
Then Oscar recovered sufficiently to add another blow, on the nose, which drew blood and caused Hang Chang to become partly unconscious.
"Bring the irons," said Oscar, to one of the ship's hands who was passing.
The irons were speedily brought, and by the time Hang Chang was himself again he was bound, hands and feet, and chained to one of the walls of the Holland XI.
He raved, swore and prayed to his gods for deliverance. He called Oscar all the vile names his tongue could frame, and finally fell in a fit from which he did not recover for hours.
"I tricked him nicely," said the young captain, with a grim smile.
"But what made you bring him on board?" asked Andy.
"He holds an important secret. He knows all about the abduction of President Adams' daughter."
"Oh! Then you have made quite a haul."
"Yes."