“If you will take my opinion, sir, you will feel so,” said O’Hara. “I’m glad I met you, sir, for I have been a great deal in the prison lately, and I can’t help thinking there is something wrong.”
“Something wrong?”
“Yes, sir. I believe the men are meditating a rising.”
“A rising? In Heaven’s name, what do they expect to do?”
“Obtain the mastery, sir, or seize upon a vessel or two, and escape to some other land.”
“But have you good reason for suspecting this?”
“No other reason than suspicion—the suspicion that comes from knowing their ways and habits. Such a rising took place when I was there years ago.”
“Well?”
“It was suppressed, and the poor wretches who were in it made their case worse, as they would now.”
“But the authorities must be warned.”