Give him a berthsack and a blanket, and place a hand to stand guard over him." The executive officer sent Mr.Camden on deck for a pair of handcuffs and a couple of men to execute the order.

Flanger still retained his standing position behind the table, holding on to his nose, which continued to bleed very freely.

The surgeon went over to him, and endeavored to obtain a sight of the mutilated member.
"I think you had better let me stanch the blood," suggested Dr.
Connelly.
"Do!" exclaimed the patient.

"You will take off what is left of by dose." "As you please," replied the surgeon, as the second lieutenant returned attended by two stout seamen.
"Remove the handcuff from his left wrist, and fit him out with a new pair," said Mr.Flint, who still held the left arm of the prisoner.
Mr.Camden took off the irons, for he had a key to them, and enclosed the wrist in the new pair.

Then the two men were directed to take his right arm, which they did, and drew his hand from his nose.