We'll hold these fellows until you report.

You know the lads to be trusted.

Put two of them at the forecastle scuttle, and then rout everybody out from below.

Who is here now ?" "Name yerselves, bunkies--I can't see yer." "Simmes." "Schmitt." "Ravel DeLasser." "Carter." "Jacob Johansen." "Sam." "That's enough; you lads remain here with me.

Have Harwood watch LeVere, while the rest of you get out the boats." "How many, sir ?" "The two quarter-boats will hold us all.