They did not, or would not, understand his objections, but repeated the order in a style which silenced further remonstrance: "Come on board, Senor Capitan, this minute, and bring your papers, or I shall shoot directly!" There was no alternative.

After much labor and heavy lifting we launched the boat.

Captain Moncrieff put his papers in his pocket, and leaving Mr.Campbell in charge of the schooner, followed me into the yawl.
Putting his dignity along with his papers, he took an oar, I took another, and we pulled for the privateer, which by this time was out of hail to leeward.

We went alongside, and were roughly ordered on deck, where we found a motley set.

Some of the crew were savage, desperate-looking fellows: "As ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat." Others were squalid, ragged, and filthy, to a degree I had never before witnessed.