Just then there occurred one of those contretemps which don't often happen, but which, when they do, are often prolific of disaster; an important part of the machinery broke down, and the engine, for the moment, was rendered useless. It was most unfortunate, for the suspicious craft lay to windward, and a light breeze was blowing which carried it steadily towards them, although all the sail the steamer possessed was crowded on her.
"Come aft here, Mr. Shipton, and tell your chief to come with you. I want to hold a council of war," said the captain.
Summoning the first mate and chief engineer, as well as the electricians, the captain went to the after part of the quarter-deck, where, seated on the taffrail, he deliberated with the extemporised council measures for repelling an expected attack.
What these deliberations tended to, those not of the council could not tell, but from the energy of the members, and an occasional burst of laughter from the group, it was obvious, as Jim Slagg remarked, that "mischief o' some sort was in the wind."
Presently the council broke up, and the members went actively below, as men do who have a purpose to carry out promptly.
Meanwhile the pirate vessel came within range
