"Jim Waters does."
"Why haven't you told me sooner? How long has it been going on?"
"Almost ever since the deluge stopped, I think; but it was only last night that Waters got on the track of it, and only now that he told me. This fellow that Waters heard Campo talking to is plainly a new recruit. I say there are a dozen, because Waters has found out that number; but I don't know but that there may be a hundred."
"How did these wretches get aboard?" demanded Cosmo, fiercely opening and shutting his fists.
"Excuse me," said the captain, "but that is up to you to say."
"So it is," replied Cosmo, with a grim look; "and it's 'up to me' to say what'll become of them. I see how it is, they must have got in with the last lot that I took—under assumed names, very likely. I've been more than once on the point of calling that man Campo up and questioning him. I was surprised by his hangdog look the first time I saw him. But I have been so busy."
"You'll have to get busy in another sense if you mean to save this ship and your life," said the captain earnestly.
"So I shall. Are you armed? No? Then take these—and use 'em when I give the word."
He handed the captain two heavy automatic pistols, and put a pair in his own side pockets.
"Now," he continued, "the first thing is to make sure that we've got the right men—and all of them. Call in Joseph Smith."