I am defending her honor." The lad hesitated a moment; discipline was strong in his young soul.
"That is my duty--Mr.Seymour," he said.
Seymour turned swiftly upon him.

"What are you doing here, Mr.Wilton?
All hands are called, are they not?
Your station is on the forecastle, then, I believe," he said with deadly calm.

"Oblige me by going forward at once, sir." "Go, Philip," cried Talbot; "I can take care of this man." "Aft here, two or three of you," continued Seymour, his usually even voice trembling a little.

"Seize Lieutenant Talbot.

Arrest him.