"Why, you, of course."
"Then everyone aboard, yourself included, must obey me?"
"Certainly; and without the slightest observation."
"Very good. Then supposing, Nicaud, I were to order you to take the Major here present, fasten a couple of round shot to his feet, and throw him overboard, what would you do, my lad?"
"What would I do?"
"Yes."
"Obey."
"Without any observation?"
Skipper Nicaud shrugged his shoulders.
"Shall I do it?" he asked, stretching out his huge fist towards the Major, who shuddered.