"Very well; then we will have some more hands."
"What do you mean?"
"I am in favor of making Martino, Gorro, and the rest of those piratical seamen do their share of the work. If they won't take hold, they shall take the consequences. I suppose the men will be sober in a few hours."
"Yes; if their rum is all gone. We had better see about that."
We took a lantern and went into the forecastle. We could find no rum there, nor anywhere else. It was probable that they had drank all they possessed, for it was not like them to leave any. We overhauled the drunkards, and found two or three of them who were able to stand up; but that was all.
"Have you any rum here?" demanded the captain, very sternly.
"Not a drop, captain," replied one of those who still had the use of his limbs.
"Where did you get your liquor?"
"Grego gave it to us, and said the captain sent it."
"I suppose you are all ready to go slaving now."