You have my consent, replied the Captain.
The Captain and his First Lieutenant had a long conversation in relation to the court he had ordered convened, and came to the conclusion to defer it for the present.
Walter and Lieutenant Powers went to see the prisoners, and found them at the bottom of the ship, where there was no light or air fit to breathe. A horrid stench pervaded, and the odor of bilge water made the place almost unbearable. They had groped their way through total darkness, aided only by a tallow candle.
These are the men we are in search of, said Powers to Walter.
Yes, here we are, replied Frost. But gentlemen, if you value your lives, leave this place at once. Don’t inhale this poison vapor.
Powers was holding the candle, which gave but an imperfect light and made the men before him look ghastly.
Wallace was dumb with horror, when suddenly a figure in white appeared.
What have we got here? exclaimed Powers.
An angel, said Tom Jones, feeding two of the King’s subjects with the crumbs that fell from the master’s table.