Then the crew looked at their officer.
"Hadn't we better polish 'em off, sir ?" growled one of the men.
"The captain's orders were to pick up all the drowning men we could," said the boatswain sternly.
"But they won't be picked up, sir." "Give way." The men rowed to another floating group of four, and I stood up and called to them to surrender.
For answer they sprang into the water, and began to swim to some of their comrades on the next piece of wreck.
"This is a puzzling job, Mr Herrick," said the boatswain.

"I'm not a brute; I'd jump overboard to save any of the wretches, but it would be like giving my life, or the lives of any of the crew, to set them the job.

Those wretches will begin upon their mates, you'll see." He was quite right, for the possessors of the next floating piece of wreck yelled to their comrades to keep off, and, as they still swam on, a fresh fight began of the most bloodthirsty nature, and one of our men said drily-- "Take it coolly, sir.

If we lay on our oars a bit, there won't be none to fish up." The feeling of horror and pity for the drowning men began to wear off, and I was glad when Mr Grey suddenly ordered the men to row hard, and I saw him steer shoreward to cut off a little party of four, who, with a thick bamboo yard between them, were swimming for the rocks.
"They must be saved as prisoners or not at all," he said sternly; "not a man of them must land." As soon as this last party saw us coming, we noticed that they drew their knives to keep us off, but energetic measures were taken this time.

We got between them and the shore; and then a rope was made ready, one of the men stood up and dexterously threw it right over a pirate's head, snatched it tightly to him, dragged him from his hold, and he was at last drawn to the side half-drowned, hauled aboard, and his hands and feet tied.
This successful plan was followed out with the others, with the result that we had four prisoners lying safely in the bottom, and then turned to capture some more in the same way.
But we had been so excited and taken up by this work that we had not seen what was going on seaward, where a gun was fired for our recall.
"Where's the next of them ?" said Mr Grey.
I did not answer, as I stood up looking round to see a few fragments of wreck floating here and there, but there was not another pirate left to save..