Sanderson brought in the other Spaniard, and he was bound and thrown into a bunk, as his countryman had been.
"Now bring Captain Farraday. We will have them all where we can find them," I said.
"Ay, ay, Phil," replied Sanderson, cheerfully.
The captain was still too drunk to stand, or to comprehend what had transpired on board. We tied him, as we had the other pirates, and rolled him into another berth. In a few moments we heard him snoring in his drunken stupor, unconscious that he was no longer master of the Michigan.
"We have six more on deck," said Sanderson. "What shall we do with them?"
"There are five more berths in the steerage; I don't know but that we might as well put them all in here—at least all but Franklin. By the way, we will carry the guns, pistols, and cutlasses into the cabin, and the ammunition too."
"Ay, ay, Phil; we can make a better use of these playthings than the pirates. I suppose they were brought on board to keep us in order."
"We will change their use, and let the biters be bitten."
The arms and ammunition were removed to the cabin, and the five Spanish and Portuguese sailors, tied hand and foot, were put into the other berths. There was no aristocracy in the steerage then. The captain, the passengers, and the common sailors berthed together under the same regulation.
"Now, Jack, I believe in having one pair of eyes on these pirates all the time; and I will take my first turn, if you like."