The name of every man was then asked and put down, and it so happened that I was the last; for, anxious to see my brother, I had walked up the foremost, and they had commenced their interrogation at the other end of the line.
“What is your name?”
“I do not belong to the schooner,” replied I.
“Of course not: you dropped on board her from the clouds.”
“No, Sir, I did not; I swam on board of her to save my life.”
“Then you went out of the frying-pan into the fire, I reckon, my good fellow, for your life is forfeited now.”
“I rather think not, Sir,” replied I. “On the contrary, I feel it is quite safe.”
“Give us none of your jaw, my good fellow, but give us your name.”
“Certainly, Sir, if you require it. My name is Alexander Musgrave, Sir,” replied I; “I am the elder brother of your captain, Philip Musgrave, and I will thank you to go into his cabin and inform him that I am here.”
The first-lieutenant and officers started back in astonishment, and so did Captain Toplift and the pirates. The first-lieutenant hardly knew whether to consider it as a pretence on my part or not, and was undecided how to act, when Captain Toplift said, “I do not know whether the gentleman is as he says, but this is certain, and all the men can prove it as well as myself, that he did swim on board, as he said, to escape from the Indians, and that he has never joined the crew. They offered to make him captain in my stead, and he positively refused it.”