"There, that's better," the captain commented. "Now, what have yez to say about yer actions here?"
"We're only obeyin' orders," was the surly reply. "We were told to come fer these logs."
"Who told ye?"
"Nick Taftie. We're workin' fer him."
"H'm, I thought so. Worked fer him last year at the same job, eh?"
"Yes."
"How many of yez are there?" the captain enquired.
"Three. Pete Simons, the engineer, is on board."
"Well, then, ye jist tell Pete to drop anchor, and tumble in there with yez. If yez try any foolin', I'll shoot."
"But what are ye going to do?" one of the men demanded. "We can't stay here."