THE CREW DECIDES Except that many of the men remained armed there was no suggestion of violence visible, no reminder of the fact that we were mutineers.

But for the gleaming carronade trained on the main hatch, and the small group of gunners clustered about it, the scene was peaceable enough, resembling the deck of some merchant ship.

The bark held steadily to her course, with practically every inch of canvas set, the wind steady, and only a single hand at the wheel.

LeVere stood motionless at the poop rail, staring down, as though scarcely realizing what had transpired on board, and some way his very attitude and expression of face aroused within me a doubt of the man, a determination to put him to the test.

Evidently he had held aloof and cautiously refrained from taking even the slightest part in our activities.