Then would follow an excited investigation below, revealing the steward locked into his pantry, and the raging captain tied and gagged in his berth.

I could not forbear laughing to myself at the picture, and yet never was insensible to the danger still confronting us.
There was in my mind, now I had leisure to consider, no doubt as to what those on board that vessel would do.

They would realize we were somewhat astern, and, in the hope of sighting us at daylight, would cruise back and forth in those immediate waters.

Any moment the _Sea Gull's_ sharp prow might loom up out of the black wall.

As she carried no lights there would be no warning.