At the same moment another man dropped down on Landers in like manner.

It was impossible to resist an attack made from overhead, where it was least expected, and when they were taken by surprise.

Christy was a prisoner, and his hands were bound behind him.
At this moment Captain Stopfoot presented himself before the prize-master, his face covered with smiles, and nervous from the excess of his joy at the recapture of the Reindeer.

Christy could not see what had become of the rest of his men.

He knew that three of them had been secured, but he did not know what had become of the other six, and he had some hope that they had escaped their assailants, and were in condition to render him needed assistance, for it seemed impossible that all of them could have been overcome.
In spite of his chagrin and mortification, Christy could not help seeing that the affair on the part of Captain Stopfoot had been well managed, and that the author of the plot was smart enough to be a Yankee, whether he was one or not.