"The engine room?"
"The engineer was a bit ugly, sir, and had to be man-handled proper. He 's lyin' in a coal bunker with a sore head, cussin' blue. But the assistant is a young fellar, an' kin run the engines. I left him in charge with a couple o' lads lookin' after him."
"Who has the wheel?"
"Somers, sir."
"All right; have steam kept up, and make the course south, southeast. Send a couple of men here to get this boat on deck. Put all the fire-room fellows who won't work into the forecastle with the others. Here, take this man along also. He 's the Captain, but no better than the rest."
Henley started back, with some crazy hope of resistance, but the great fist of the boatswain gripped his collar.
"Come on, you," he said, jerking him savagely. "Yer bloody pirate; make another crack, an' I 'll land yer one. Is he that Henley, sir?" of the Lieutenant.
"Yes; ever hear of him?"
"Have I! Aye, many the time. He 's wanted in Galveston, sir, for somethin' worse than runnin' arms—it was a knifin' job, sir."
"And not the last either, if what Craig says is true. Take the fellow forward. Ah! there comes the Saline now—just poking her nose out from behind the ridge."