He sent for Dr.Spokely, and directed him to ascertain whether or not Pawcett was dead.

While the surgeon was examining him, Mr.Sampson came up from below with a bolt in his hand, and touched his cap to the commander.
"You are at work on the engine of the Ocklockonee, are you ?" asked Christy, and this inquiry was one of the duties which had been on his mind before he left the cabin.
"Yes, sir; and I have already examined her engine; I suppose you mean the Scotian, for that is the name on her stern, they tell me," replied the chief engineer.
"Her new name is the Ocklockonee." "I have examined the engine," replied Sampson.
"Is the damage very serious ?" asked the captain anxiously.
"Far from it; she has broken a bolt which disables her, and she ought to have had one to replace it without more than five minutes' delay, but it appears that they have not one on board; at least none could be found when it was wanted, and they were at work forging one when the Bronx came alongside." "All right; repair the damage as soon as possible.

I heard a scuffle in the engine room just as we were running alongside the Ocklockonee," said the captain, looking inquiringly at the engineer.
"Yes, sir; there was a scuffle there.

Pink Mulgrum was rushing down the ladder when I stopped him.

He tried to push by me when I made signs to him to return to the deck.