He found himself in the midst of the—by this time—more than half-intoxicated seamen, none of whom appeared to be paying much attention to him, for they were all talking loudly together, discussing and arranging the details of the punishment of those whom they chose to regard as the two chief offenders.
The men were all greatly excited by the potations in which they had freely indulged during the mockery of a trial in the saloon, and their differences of opinion on some points were so strong that at one moment the proceedings seemed more than likely to be diversified by a pitched battle. Rogers, however, whose head seemed capable of resisting the effects of almost any amount of liquor, interposed between the belligerents, and by a determined exercise of his newly-acquired authority, and by most frightful threats of the chastisement which he personally would inflict on the first man who ventured to disobey him, succeeded at length in restoring some semblance of order. This achieved, he ordered a grating to be rigged in the larboard gangway, and that, when this was done, the chief mate should be seized thereto.
His orders were speedily carried out; and when the man Nicholls, stripped to the waist, was firmly lashed to the grating in readiness to receive his punishment, Rogers ordered that the second mate should be brought to him.
The miserable Thomson was thereupon led before him, and a more wretched spectacle than this man presented it would be difficult to find. His old blustering, bullying, overbearing manner had completely deserted him; the fear of death was upon him; and he shivered like a man in an ague-fit.
“You Thomson,” said Rogers, addressing him in a calm matter-of-fact tone of voice, as if what he was about to say had reference only to some trifling everyday affair, “you was present at the trial of that man Nicholls as stands seized up to yonder grating, and you knows the punishment as it was decided for to give him. It was five and twenty lashes, well laid on; you hears that, well laid on. Wery good. Now, this here same man Nicholls, it seems to me, is in a sort o’ way to blame for getting you into your trouble. If he’d been a proper sort of man, understandin’ that he owed a dooty to the crew as well as to the owners of the ship, instead of encouraging you in your goin’s-on agin us, he’d have took you o’ one side, and he’d ha’ said to you, ‘Look here, Thomson, my good feller, you mustn’t be too hard upon them poor sailor-men for’ard; you knows as they don’t muster a full-handed crew, and so it don’t stand to reason as they can do so much as if they was full-handed; they’re a decent enough willin’ lot of men, and we mustn’t axe too much from ’em. Just keep that in mind, and make things as easy as you can for ’em.’ If he’d been a proper sort of man, I say, he’d have said some’at of that sort to you, now wouldn’t he? And you’d have listened to him, and then you wouldn’t have been in this here precious scrape as you’re in now, would you?”
“You’re right, Rogers; I should not,” eagerly exclaimed Thomson, his eyes lighting up with a gleam of fresh hope, as he thought he detected in the boatswain’s speech some signs of relenting. “If Mr Nicholls had only put the matter to me as you have just now put it, I should never have given a single man of you the slightest reason for complaint against me. But he never did anything of the kind; on the contrary, both he and Captain Arnold encouraged me to believe you an idle, worthless lot of scamps, and to treat you as such. And that is the plain, simple truth, I swear it.”
“Wery good,” commented Rogers. “Then, you see, Thomson, you and us thinks alike, namely, that Nicholls in a kind of a sort of a way led you into this here miserable scrape. That bein’ the case, we thinks it’ll be only fair if you gives him the twenty-five lashes—well laid on—that the court have condemned him to receive.”
Thomson looked eagerly into the face of the boatswain, hoping that in this proposal he saw a commutation of his death-sentence. Rogers returned the gaze with a look of grim satisfaction, which the second mate mistook for a half-drunken leer of benevolence; and, anxious above all things to propitiate this man, who undoubtedly held the power of life and death in his hands, he excitedly exclaimed—
“I’ll do it! Give me the cat, and you shall have no cause to complain of the way in which I will execute your sentence.”
“All right; that’s a bargain,” agreed Rogers. Then, turning to the rest of the mutineers, he ordered them to fetch all hands on deck to witness punishment, “All hands exceptin’ the ladies, I mean; they’d be shocked at the sight, pretty dears, and we must take care as they don’t see nor hear nothin’ as’d shock ’em, sweet, delicate creeturs,” he added with a contemptuous laugh, which was echoed by his comrades as they staggered forward to drag the male passengers on deck.