The prisoners could not hear what was said, and they started a conversation on their own account.
"We are in a bad box," said Flint.

"I did not expect to come out of the little end of the horn in this way." "You must take a broader view of the situation than that," replied Christy.

"The Teaser is certainly a prize of the Bellevite, with as many as forty prisoners.

That is the result of our night's work, though we are counted out just now in the business of crowing over the success of our side.

That is the way to look at it; and this view makes me quite satisfied with the night's work." "I did not see it in that light, and I suppose you are right, Mr.
Passford," replied Flint.
"And you will not lose your share of the prize-money for the Yazoo or the Teaser," added Christy, though, as the son of a millionnaire, he felt no interest at all in the spoils of war.
"What do you suppose will be done with us, sir ?" asked the master's mate.
"I have not the least idea, any more than you have; but I have no doubt we shall be kept in close confinement, and I don't believe we shall live as well in our prison, wherever it may be, as we do on board of the Bellevite.