It was better to be on the safe side, and he had resolved to imprison the men, when a sail was sighted.
That gave him the excuse he wanted.
The prisoners were ordered on deck, and, as they stood in line, Tempest saw an ominous scowl on more than one face.
"Men, I have sent for you to thank you for your behavior during the time you have been prisoners of war," he began, and the men wondered at such a novel introduction. "I have always believed in human nature, and still do so, but there are times when prudence demands certain precautions to be taken. A sail appears on the horizon, and we may have to fight; therefore, it becomes necessary to order you below until all danger has passed."
Luiga scowled and looked threateningly at Tempest.
"You'll place us in irons next, eh?"
"If it is necessary, yes," answered Tempest without a quiver in his voice.
"Then you'll get no chance with me. I'm a free man, and so are we all—eh, men?"
"Ay, ay, Luiga!"
"Then I say I'll be your cap'n, and there ain't men enough on this ship to say me nay. Will you stand by me?"