"That other ship, we talked with by wireless," commented Dick, "wasn't the Salvadore, by a long shot."
"I had a hunch to that effect right along," answered Matt.
As soon as the Grampus was close in, on the lee side of the larger vessel, a bosun's chair and a sea ladder were in readiness. Dick went below to help bring up the prisoners.
The leader came bellowing and roaring his wrath. He fought against being placed in the bosun's chair, and a rope was flung down from the steamer's rail. Dick caught the end of the rope and it was tied around the Chilian's body, under the arms. The rascal was still howling as he was snatched aloft and dragged to the war ship's deck.
Another rope was sent down for the second uninjured prisoner. He went up quietly, but with a stern face and glittering eyes.
The man with the broken arm made no struggle, but silently took his place in the bosun's chair. When he had been safely lifted over the war ship's rail, the captain leaned over and called down:
"Where are the other two? There were five who escaped."
Matt explained how the two missing convicts had got away. Just as he finished, a junior officer stepped to the captain's side, touched his arm, and said something in a low tone.
"Now you come up," called the captain, beckoning to Matt; "I want to talk with you."
The captain turned away from the rail.