Captain Mitchell, on his part, never left them till he had seen them collapse, panting, terrified, and exasperated, but safe, on the luxuriant velvet sofas in the first-class saloon of the Minerva.

To the very last he had been careful to address the ex-Dictator as "Your Excellency." "Sir, I could do no other.

The man was down--ghastly, livid, one mass of scratches." The Minerva never let go her anchor that call.

The superintendent ordered her out of the harbour at once.

No cargo could be landed, of course, and the passengers for Sulaco naturally refused to go ashore.
They could hear the firing and see plainly the fight going on at the edge of the water.