Second, ask your rich passengers if they have lost anything in the shape of pearls, diamonds, coin of the realm, or anything else worth jumping into the ocean for." Captain Trigger looked at him over the top of his eye-glasses.
"You are not in Copperhead Camp at present, Mr.Percival," he said stiffly.
The young man flushed.

"I beg your pardon, Captain Trigger," he said simply.
"All you have to do," said the Second Officer, fixing him with an inimical eye, "is to answer questions and not to tell us how to run this ship." Percival did his best to hold back the retort, but, failing, released it with considerable sharpness: "Well, if I was running this ship I'd head her for shore pretty damned quick." The American in command of the gun-crew was the only one who smiled, and he did it openly.

Captain Trigger's face darkened redly.
"Take this man in charge, Mr.Shannon.He wants work.

Give it him.

Under guard." "Am I suspected, Captain Trigger, of being in league--" "Every man, every woman on board this ship is suspected," said the Captain with decision.