And down came the Stars and Bars, and up ran the glorious old flag!
CHAPTER XXXVII.
VICTORY.
As soon as the crew of the Sea Scourge had surrendered, Captain Yetsom ordered them below and closed the hatches.
Then he detailed a small party of his own men and placed them under the command of Midshipman Bestor, to take charge of the prize, and ordered the others to their own ship.
As soon as he regained the deck of the Xyphias he sent for Lieutenant Ethel, and passed down into his cabin.
A strange weakness, dizziness and dimness of sight was creeping over him.
“Why, what is this?” he said to himself. “It cannot be from that scratch! Bosh! I must get a glass of brandy.”
But in the act of crossing to his locker, he turned giddy, reeled, grasped at the nearest object for support, and then fell forward upon his face to the cabin floor in a deep swoon.
At that very moment Lieutenant Ethel was in the act of coming down the companion ladder.
He instantly ran to his assistance, exclaiming anxiously: