As Christy had imagined, the captain had not thought of his prisoner as a witness, and the mate had suggested it to him.
"I suppose I need not ask you what is to be done with me, for that is sufficiently apparent now," said Christy, more to engage the attention of the mate than for any other reason.
"You can form your own conclusion," replied Mr.Dawbin.
"You intend to leave me on that reef ahead, and doubtless you expect me to be washed off and drowned, or starved to death there," added the prisoner.

"I can't see why you take all this trouble when you could more conveniently blow my brains out." "The captain has promised not to harm you, Mr.Passford, and he will keep his word," replied the mate with very ill grace.
"I consider it worse than murder to leave me on that reef, or any of these rocks, Mr.Dawbin.Since I understand your intention, I might as well put a bullet through my own head, and save myself from all the suffering in store for me," said Christy, assuming the manner of one rendered desperate by his situation.

"Have you a revolver in your pocket ?" "I have not a revolver in my pocket; and if I had I should not lend it to you to shoot yourself," replied the mate.
Mr.Dawbin had no revolver in his pocket, and that was all the prisoner had been driving at.

He was equally confident that neither of the sailors was armed, for he had looked them over to see if there was any appearance of pistols in their pockets.
"You are making altogether too much fuss over this little matter, Mr.
Passford.

The captain desires you to remain on one of these rocks till he gets through his business with the commander of that steamer in the channel, which is now headed for the Snapper," the mate explained.