Led by Mr.Stobell they came on deck.
"It's all over now," said Tredgold, soothingly.
"As peaceable as lambs," said Captain Brisket, taking a gentle hold of the rifle, while Stobell took the revolver.
Mr.Chalk smiled faintly, and then looked round in trepidation as the inmates of the galley drew near and scowled at him curiously.
"Get for'ard!" cried Brisket, turning on them sharply.

"Keep your own end o' the ship.

D'ye hear ?" The men shuffled off slowly, keeping a wary eye on Mr.Chalk as they went, the knowledge of the tempting mark offered by their backs to an eager sportsman being apparent to all.
"It's all over," said Brisket, taking the wheel from the mate and motioning to him to go away, "and after your determination, sir, there'll be no more of it, I'm sure." "But what was it ?" demanded Mr.Chalk.

"Mutiny ?" "Not exactly what you could call mutiny," replied the captain, in a low voice.

"A little mistake o' Duckett's.