5/25 We are prepared for you, and you are without ammunition. Throw down the arms on the decks, every man of you, before I count three, or I fire. One--two--" There was a loud clattering of arms, mingled with shouts of--"We surrender; don't fire, sir, don't fire." "It's all over," the captain said grimly. "Mr.Hartwell, march your men forward, shoot any scoundrel instantly whom you find with arms in his hands, collect all the weapons and bring them aft. |