For a moment the fight was furious, every man for himself, then the Lieutenant drove like a wedge into the bunch, and it was all over.
I struggled to my feet, still viewing all through a mist, and swaying back and forward as I endeavored to steady myself on the rolling deck.
There was no one at the wheel, and the bow of the _Sea Gull_ was swinging slowly about.
"On to the bridge there, Coates, and hold up her head," sang out the officer.

"Boatswain, take charge of these beauties, and run them into the forecastle.

Leave two men on guard, and take a squint into the engine room.

Report to me here." He took off his coat, examined a long slit in its side where a vicious knife had ripped it from shoulder to tail; then slipped it on again, and watched his men drive their prisoners forward.
"I 'd like to know which one of them did that," he growled, glancing toward me.

"Say, what 's the matter with you--shot?
You 're white as a sheet of paper, man." "I got one on the head with a belaying pin from the heft of it.