“It’s one of the second cutter’s crew, I suppose,” replied De Forrest. “I didn’t think, when I went ashore with them, that I shouldn’t see any of them again for so long a time. I wonder where the rest of them are.”
“That’s not one of the second cutters,” added Judson. “It is the English fellow.”
“So it is.”
Peaks came alongside, and directed Clyde Blacklock to mount the accommodation ladder, which he did without making any objection. They had arrived the day before. The prisoner seemed to have lost some portion of his stubborn spirit. The boatswain followed him to the deck, and touching his cap to the captain and other officers on the quarter-deck, went aft, where the principal was talking with the surgeon.
“We have come on board, sir,” said the boatswain, as he took off his cap and pointed to Clyde.
“I see you have,” replied Mr. Lowington. “I’m glad to see you again, Clyde.”
The young Briton nodded his head with a jerk, but made no reply.
“Have you seen Mr. Blaine, Peaks?” asked the principal.
“Yes, sir; I met him on the wharf night before last at Gottenburg.”
“But where are the crew of the second cutter? I expected you to bring them.”