Young Glory had no time to lose.
He was rushing away when the two sailors barred his path, and one of them handled him somewhat roughly.
"Shiver me! you lubber, but you don't pass," he said.
"That's right, Bill, we don't allow murders on this ship."
"Stand aside!" cried Young Glory, hotly, "or it will be the worse for you. I must see Mr. Tyler instantly on a matter of life and death."
"Young Glory!" the two sailors cried.
"Yes, and now you know me, perhaps you will let me pass. If you have a complaint to make against me do so, and I shall know how to defend myself. You know where to find me when wanted, for I'm not likely to leave the ship."
The men let him go, and he tore along towards the cabin which Lieutenant Tyler was using.
Meanwhile, let us see what was happening below.
Manuel and Juan had not lost a moment.