"How badly is he hurt, Dick?" queried Matt.
"Stunned, that's all."
"A nice sort of schooner that is," muttered the officer, staring off to sea. "If we hadn't had such important work here we might have followed her and compelled her to heave to. You say there are rifles and ammunition in the brig?" he added, to Dick.
"Yes; and they don't appear on the manifest."
"How do you know?"
"Here's the manifest and the log."
Dick held the documents out. At a word from the officer the launch was driven alongside the rowboat, and the papers changed hands.
"Up on deck," the lieutenant said to the marines, "disarm those scoundrels and make prisoners of them. Look well after Sixty. Two of you boys come with me."
Two of the sailors dropped their oars and there was a scramble for the brig's deck.