"Now that he's a prisoner?" suggested Sam.
"We wish we'd never let him bamboozle us, sir. It would 'a' been a sight better for a lot of poor fellows if we'd never seen him. That man's a devil, sir."
"Indeed!"
As he stood there, a lean brown man straight as a ramrod, efficient to the last inch of him, it struck me that the mutineers would get justice rather than mercy from our captain.
The sailor moistened his dry lips and went on.
"Captain Blythe, we—we're sorry we let ourselves be led into—into——"
Gallagher stumbled for a word. Sam supplied it quietly:
"Mutiny."
"Yes, sir; if you want to put it that way, sir."
"How else can I put it?"