"I am here, sir," said the little clerk from the back.
"That makes, including Mr. Morland, twelve men to depend on, so far as we know—if, that is," he added almost with a sneer, "we can depend on them."
"Grant may know more," said Legrand.
"Bring him," said Day, and opened the door to the Prince.
Prince Frederic was cool and collected, and showed little to mark the disturbance and bloodshed of the last quarter of an hour—little, unless it were in the increased blue of his eyes, which shone frostily.
"Have you all your men, captain?" he remarked in his determined German way, quite free of vivacity.
"We are sure of twelve," said Day, "and we are trying to find out about the others, so as to separate sheep and goats."
But here was Grant arrived, blood on his face, and a brisk air of savagery about him.
"Grant, who are the mutineers?" said the captain.
"Couldn't speak to 'em all, sir," said the man. "I knew nothing of it till half an hour ago, when I ran into them, and they seized me. There was Gray and Pierce and Mr. Holgate and Granger, and half a dozen in the lot that took me."