scheme. But now when he learned that men were being murdered, goods stolen, ships scuttled, in accordance with a kind of wild law, called rules of war, he no longer knew what to do. The world was mad. Its people were murdering each other.
He finally said aloud to Caradoc: “I suppose we may as well hunt up the commanding officer, surrender ourselves and sail for Africa with the others.”
“No,” interrupted Smith, “don't do that.” Then he called softly inside, “Malone!”
“Well, w'ot is it?” inquired the mate gruffly, for he persevered in his dislike of Smith.
“Look sharp, Malone! I am an officer in the English navy—it is my right and duty to assume command of all English seamen in case of war!”
A blank silence followed this remarkable assumption of authority. The tone in which it was whispered prevented any doubts in the minds of his hearers.
“Do you understand?” inquired Caradoc in a sharp undertone.
“Yes, sir,” replied the mate doggedly.
