The mate rushed to the assistance of the captain, put him on his feet, and was conducting him towards the companion, seeking a retreat in his cabin; but he was silent, perhaps from his inability to speak.
"Stop, Mr.Victor!" called Christy to the mate.

"I cannot trust that man to remain on board of the Raven"; and at the same time he directed Mr.
Baskirk to have him arrested and put in irons, if he was violent.
"But this gentleman is the commander of the steamer," interposed the mate.
"I don't care what he is; if he were a gentleman, as you call him, I would treat him like one; but he is a brute, and I shall treat him as such," replied Christy, as two of his men, attended by two more, laid hands on the dripping captain.

"You may send his clothes on board of this ship, Mr.Victor.Have him committed to the brig, Master-at-Arms." There was no appeal from the decision of Commander Passford, for his authority was supreme.

The refractory commander was committed to the brig of the St.Regis, and his own steward was sent to him with his clothes, with order to exchange his wet garments for dry ones.
"Sail, ho!" shouted the man on the cross trees, who had remained there during the scene which had just transpired, while the commander was descending from the rail.
Possibly the lookout man had been more attentive to the proceedings on the deck of the Raven than to his duty, for the sail must have been in sight some little time before he reported it.

The two steamers, which had been vainly chasing the prize, were now within half a mile of the St.Regis..