Over the side with you! Mutiny on board of _me_! Lively! Tumble up there!" With every order came a stride forward and a correspondingly backward movement on the part of the three.

The performance would have been ridiculous if Pearson had not feared that it might become tragic.

He was descending the steps to his new acquaintance's aid, when there rose a chorus of shouts from the wharf.
"The cops! the cops! Look out!" That was the finishing touch.

The next moment the three "mutineers" were over the side and running as fast as their alcoholic condition would permit down the wharf.
"Well, by George!" exclaimed Pearson.
Captain Elisha seemed to be coming out of a dream.

He stood still, drew his hand across his forehead, and then began to laugh.
"Well!" he stammered.