CHAPTER XXIII.
IN WHICH PHIL COUNSELS PRUDENCE, AND RESORTS TO STRATEGY.
As all hands were called, Captain York took the command, and Sanderson went forward among the men. As my station was also in the midst of the crew, I had an opportunity to see who were drunk and who were sober. Martino and Gorro were the drunkest of the crowd, and I had no doubt that it was through their agency that the liquor had been obtained, though in what manner I was unable to see. Sanderson soon proved that he was as good an officer as he was a seaman.
"Lay aloft, Martino, and furl the main top-gallant sail," said he to the leader of the drunken Spaniards.
"When the officers of the bark give me an order, I obey them," said Martino, in substance.
"Do you hear, my hearty? Lay aloft and furl the main top-gallant sail!" repeated the mate, sharply.
"I don't obey you any longer. Mr. Waterford is coming on deck soon."
"You don't obey me?"
"No, I don't."