Franklin and the steward left us to execute their orders, and I was alone with the captain.
"What do you want of Grego in the cabin, Phil?" asked Captain York.
"I wish to ascertain more about their plan, if possible," I replied. "If I can find out what was to be done, we may be able to manage the rest of the case better."
"Why do you send for Grego?"
"Because he is the most artful of the five sailors, and the greatest coward. He is the one who provided the rum, and, if I mistake not, the one who has managed the affair for the pirates."
Baxter presently appeared with Grego, whose wrists were ironed behind him.
"Put him on that locker," I continued, as I cocked my revolver, and laid it upon the table at my side.
"Don't shoot me!" pleaded the cowardly wretch.
"That will depend upon yourself. Answer my questions," I added, picking up the pistol.
"I will! I will!" he replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the dangerous weapon.