Another minute or two would determine in what manner the Scotian was to be captured, and Christy hastened down the ladder to the deck.
As soon as his foot pressed the planks, he hastened to the engine hatch.
Calling to the engineer, he learned that the deaf mute had been knocked senseless by Sampson, and lay on the sofa.

He waited to hear no more, but went forward where there were bell pulls on the deck, and rang two bells to stop her.

Then he gave some orders to the quartermaster, and rang three bells to back her.

The Bronx came alongside of the Scotian as handsomely as though she had been a river steamer making one of her usual landings.

The hands who had been stationed for the purpose immediately used their grappling irons, and the two vessels were fast to each other.
"Boarders!--" the first lieutenant shouted at a sign from the captain; but before he could complete the order, Pawcett, for we may now call him by his right name, leaped on the bulwarks of the Bronx.
"This is a United States"-- he began to say, but he was allowed to proceed no farther, for the first lieutenant raised the revolver he carried in his left hand, doubtless for this very purpose, and fired.
Pawcett did not utter another word, but fell back upon the deck of the Bronx; where no one took any further notice of him.
"Boarders, away!" shouted the first lieutenant.
This time the sentence was finished, and the order was promptly executed.