“Don’t use violence,” remonstrated Frank.
“You’ll put him through the courts?”
“Such is my intention. I owe the rascal a debt of vengeance for once having shot me, and on another occasion inciting his men to try to murder me.”
“Well, your plan’s a good one. We’ll put him in your hands?”
“How about his ship?”
“The first mate’s a good man, and can manage her.”
“Bring him to me, then, and I’ll lock him up aboard here.”
Several of the sailors were dispatched aboard the Red Eric in a boat.
When they returned, they not only had the captain with them, but he was shackled hand and foot.
He cast a baleful glance at Walter Grey when he saw him with Frank’s party, and snarled, in ugly tones: