Then come back here, and report to me." "Ay, ay, sir." They went up the ladder one by one, and disappeared onto the deck above, the majority cheerful enough, although a few of the faces were scowling darkly as they passed me.

Carlson and I watched the others, the Swede still retaining his pistol in hand, until Carter stuck his head once again through the opening.
"All safe, sir--they was like lambs." "Very well; stand by to help.

Now you lads, lift this black brute and shove him up to where they can get hold above.

Step lively unless you want trouble.

Show them the way Carlson." It was some heavy job, but they finally hoisted the unconscious form up the ladder and forced it through the hole onto the deck.