"I did," said Pen, approaching the captain.
"And what is it you're saying?" asked the captain.
"I say—I say," answered Pen with many oaths,—"I say that we have had enough of this, that we are not going any farther, that we don't want to wear ourselves out with fatigue and cold during the winter, and that the fires shall not be lighted."
"Mr. Shandon," answered Hatteras, coldly, "have this man put in irons."
"But, Captain," said Shandon, "what this man said—"
"If you repeat what this man said," retorted Hatteras, "I shall order you to your cabin and confine you there. Seize that man! Do you hear?"
Johnson, Bell, and Simpson stepped towards the sailor, who was beside himself with wrath.
"The first man who lays a finger on me—" he cried, seizing a handspike, which he flourished about his head.
Hatteras walked towards him.
"Pen," he said very quietly, "if you move hand or foot, I shall blow your brains out!"