CHAPTER XXXV.
A COUNCIL OF WAR.
"This is a very serious matter for us, Captain Blockstrop," said Sam, as they were walking back to the boats.

"An exceedingly serious matter." "I have only one advice to give you, Mr.Buckley," said the Captain; "which is unnecessary, as it is just what your father will do.

Fight, sir!--hunt 'em down.

Shoot 'em! They will give you no quarter: be sure you don't give them any." A wild discordant bellow was here heard from the ship, on which the Captain slapped his leg, and said,-- "Dash my buttons, if he hasn't got hold of my speaking-trumpet." The midshipman came up with a solemn face, and, touching his cap, "reported,"-- "Colonial Secretary hailing, sir." "Bless my soul, Mr.Vang, I can hear that," said the Captain.

"I don't suppose any of my officer would dare to make such an inarticulate, no sailor-like bellow as that on her Majesty's quarterdeck.