"That's what the law calls them; and, if you are not hung as pirates, you won't get what you deserve."
"The day of reckoning will come yet, Phil," added the mate, grating his teeth with rage.
"It has come now, so far as you are concerned," I replied. "But what shall we do with the pirates, Sanderson?"
"Keep them fast; that's all we can do with them. Have you any plan, Phil?"
"I have; I think we had better give them the steerage."
"Just as you say, Phil."
"Bring out the mate. He is the worst one of the lot, and we will take care of him first."
"Get up, Waterford," said Sanderson, casting off the cords attached to the prisoner's ankles.
"If, by any chance, you should get loose, Mr. Waterford, I shall deem it my duty to shoot you as a pirate," I added, exhibiting the revolver I carried with me.
"The day of reckoning will come, Phil," growled he, as Sanderson pulled him out of his berth.