Now go on deck, and ascertain what is going on there.

If you get a chance, speak to Mr.Flint; but be extremely careful." "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place.
Dave arranged the trunk and other articles to the best advantage for the concealment of the lieutenant, and then left the stateroom.

Christy, as soon as he had become acquainted with the situation, had arranged his plan of action, and the new officers of the Bronx were likely to encounter a mutiny, either to inaugurate or end their sway.

In less than half an hour, the steward returned to the stateroom with the information that he had spoken to the second lieutenant, and informed him that the real commander of the Bronx was concealed under the berth in the captain's stateroom.
"Mr.Flint has not had his breakfast yet, and he will come below for it very soon," added Dave.

"He was just coming down for it when he got the signal to come alongside the flag-ship." "Did Mr.Flint say anything ?" asked Christy.
"Not a word, sir; only said he would be down to his breakfast in a few minutes." The lieutenant took out his memorandum book, and looked at the names of the men he had spotted as disloyal, Rockton and Warton, to which he had added two others, Nichols and Swayne, after he had observed that they were very intimate with the two whose names he had learned from their own mouths.
[Illustration: Dave Identifies Christy .-- Page 130.] "Now, Dave, I have another commission for you to execute," continued Christy, as he tore out the leaf on which he had written the names.