“Captain Ben Bolt!” he hissed.
“Well?” gruffly asked the man who held young Grey.
“There’s some one coming.”
“Blast it! But the boy’s senseless!”
“The fellow is running toward us.”
“He’s seen ther struggle, then.”
“Yes. What shall we do?”
“Carry ther lad aboard the Red Eric.”
“And you?”
“We’ll lay that lubber out!”