They seized him by the collar of his coat, and the executive officer held his left arm, with the handcuffs on the wrist.

The victim of the affray still held on to his nose, though Mr.Camden took possession of the arm.
"You appear to be wounded, Captain Flanger ?" said Christy, approaching the table.
"Wounded, you"-- The oaths and epithets he used need not soil our page; but the prisoner seemed to be suffering more from his wrath than from his wound.
"You have shot off by dose, you!"-- groaned Flanger.

"The ball welt straight through it." "Then you are not dangerously wounded," added Christy.

"I was afraid it had gone through your head." "I wish it had! You have bade a scarecrow of be for life!" he gasped.
"What's the trouble here, Captain Passford ?" asked Dr.Connelly, presenting himself at the door of the cabin.

"Didn't I hear the report of a firearm in this direction just now ?" "Very likely you did, if your hearing is good," replied Christy with a smile, for the large revolver, discharged in the small cabin, made a tremendous noise.