"You command this ship?" Darrin inquired.
"If you say so," replied the man addressed.
"You must, for you are the fellow who ordered me to send my ship away," Darrin smiled grimly. "Are you a German?"
"None of your business. Why have you killed two of our crew and hurt others?"
"Drop that nonsense," Darrin retorted, sternly. "You know why we fired on you. And your men slightly wounded two of mine."
"We had a right to," scowled the other.
"You'll know better, by the time you've reached a British prison," Dave rejoined. "Men, place these three fellows under arrest. Search them."
Only the man who appeared to be the craft's master resisted being searched. He swung at one of the sailors, but Darrin jumped in, knocking him down and holding him to the floor.
"Put irons on this scoundrel," he ordered, sharply, a command so quickly obeyed that almost instantly the defiant one found himself manacled. Then Dave yanked the fellow to his feet.
"You are a bully," growled the prisoner.