"It is. The men all know their appointed posts. The instant I give the word the sentries will be seized, and the rest will follow."
"And once more the ship will be ours."
"Yes, yes."
"For that I would do much. The plot will succeed, Manuel. I can see victory in the air."
"And I can't," muttered Young Glory, turning half round towards the two men. "On the contrary, gentlemen, I see nothing but failure. Go on talking till I've seen Mr. Tyler. Then I think the laugh will be all on our side. Ha, ha!"
"Silence!"
Young Glory stared aghast. A man, a Spanish naval officer was bending over him, holding a stilletto close against his breast.
"I shall not hesitate to kill if you utter a sound," said the Spaniard, "for the happiness of four hundred men depends on your silence!"