The wharf watchman has gone for the police.

Here! drop it! What are you up to ?" One of the sailors had drawn a knife.

The other two reached for their belts behind, evidently intending to follow suit.

From the loafers on the wharf came shouts of encouragement.
"Do the dude up, Pedro! Give him what's comin' to him." The trio formed for a rush.

The steward, with a shrill scream, fled to the cabin.