Christy hastened from the little apartment through the cabin to the gangway, where he found Mr.Flint at the head of the stairs prepared to execute the part of the work assigned to him, which was to fall upon Mr.Galvinne; but he did not appear to be in a favorable position for the attack.
"What are you waiting for, Mr.Flint ?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant.
"He has gone into the waist," replied the officer in waiting.

"He will be back in a moment." Christy had looked into the ward room as he passed the door, for the captain's cabin was not provided with a separate companion-way, as is usual on men-of-war, for the space could not be spared in so small a vessel.

All was still there, but two men stood near the door waiting for the signal to rush to the deck.
"What are those men doing aft, Mr.Byron ?" demanded the first lieutenant, with some excitement in his manner.

"They were very nearly on the quarter-deck, and they seemed to be very reluctant to go forward." "I am sure I don't know, Mr.Galvinne; I did not order them there," replied the third lieutenant, who was in charge of the deck.
"I suppose they have seen that the course of the ship has been changed, and I thought they might have come aft to ask some questions, though the men ought to be better trained than that," added Mr.Galvinne, as he came quite near the companion-way where the second lieutenant was waiting for him, with Christy behind him, and ready to support him.
Mr.Flint sprang upon the quarter-deck and threw himself upon Mr.
Galvinne, closely followed by Christy.

At the same time, and as soon as the gangway was clear, the two men who had been stationed in the ward room leaped upon the deck, and threw themselves upon the third lieutenant.