This act roused the ire of Flanger, and he began to struggle; but powerful as he was, the two seamen were too much for him, and he was fairly handcuffed.
The second lieutenant was the officer of the deck, and he was sent back to his post of duty.

Flanger's face was so covered and daubed with the gore from his wound that the condition of his prominent facial member could not be determined.
"I protest agailst this brutal treatmelt!" stormed the prisoner, as he continued to writhe in his irons.

"I am a woulded plisoler!" "I see you are; but you decline to permit the surgeon to dress your wound.

I have no more time to fool with you, and the men will put you on a berthsack forward.

If you want the surgeon to attend to your wound, you have only to say so." "It is a bad wound though not a dangerous one," said Dr.Connelly, who had approached the victim of his own conspiracy near enough to obtain a view of the injured nose.