Mr.Flint, have the prisoner brought on deck to be transferred to the Bellevite." In a few minutes the two stout sailors who had removed him from the captain's cabin appeared on deck, dragging Captain Flanger after them, for he would not walk, and did all he could with his hands made fast behind him to embarrass his conductors.
"Captain Passford, I protest agailst this treatment of a prisoler of war," howled the privateersman.
"All right, Captain Flanger." "I say I am abused, and dragged from below like a dog." "If you stand up and walk like a man, the dog will not be dragged." "Boat alongside, sir," reported a quartermaster.
"Put him into the boat," added Christy.
The prisoner was certainly a hideous-looking object, his face daubed with blood, and his nose a mass of tangled flesh; but he was put into the boat in spite of his struggles.

Paul Vapoor bade his friend an affectionate adieu, and went over the side.

The Bronx started her screw at once..