CHAPTER 33.
"Make Campbell run the ship," said Cochrane.
"You can't _make_ a Scotchman do anything." "Persuade him, then," went on Cochrane.

"He'd sell his soul for a drink of that whisky.

But if you can't persuade him, I'd trust to those fellows to make him do what you want." And he pointed to the firemen.
"I'll let 'em play their little game till they're tired of it," answered Hovey, "an' then we'll bring up Campbell an' try what we can do with him." The "little game" had now become a wild debauch.

Except for the few unfortunates who had been detailed by Hovey to guard the prisoners and see that the fugitives in the wireless house made no attempt to rush the main cabin as a forlorn hope, every man of the crew was gathered in the captain's cabins or on the deck nearby.

The fireroom was deserted; the engines stopped; the _Heron_ floated idly on the swell of the sea; but heedless of this the mutineers celebrated their victory.
They divided their attention between drinking and gambling.