"All right; we have them all fast but the captain and he is too drunk to move yet. How goes it on deck?"
"We are all right here, with no show for a brush of any kind. The three Spaniards and one doubtful man in the starboard watch are asleep in the forecastle, I suppose. We haven't heard anything from them; but we have three men at hand to look out for them. Schneider, the Dutchman, in our watch, is with us now; at least he says he is, and while we keep possession of the bark, I have no doubt he is."
"But where are Martino and Gorro?" I asked.
"On the cross-trees. I don't believe they have the least idea yet that anything is the matter."
"Let them rest for the present. What does Mr. York say?"
"Here he is; he can speak for himself. I have told him all about it."
"I am with you, Farringford, for I did not ship to go into the slave-trading business."
"The bark is in our possession, sir," I added.
"Not quite," replied the second mate, shaking his head.
"I think it is, sir. We have the mate and the two passengers tied hand and foot. The captain is too drunk to move, but we can secure him at any moment we choose."