to lay hands on me," foamed Cornwood.

The prisoner began to demonstrate rather violently; he made a spring at
the throat of the pilot; but the latter was too quick and too strong
for him. They clinched together, and then Cornwood went down upon the
deck. Captain Cayo put his foot on the chest of the prostrate
Floridian, and held him down.

"I think we had better put a rope around this man's arms," said the
pilot, without taking his eyes from his prisoner. "That would keep him
quiet and well-behaved."

I picked up a piece of line, and handed it to him. He tipped Cornwood
as carelessly as though he had been a shark, and proceeded to bind his
arms behind him. The Floridian attempted to resist again; but the foot
of the pilot pressed more heavily upon him as he did so, and he found
it impossible to get upon his feet again.

Captain Cayo drew the arms of the captive up behind him, and quickly
fastened them. Then he took him by the collar, and stood him up on his
feet. Cornwood looked unutterably scornful at me; and I doubt if he
would have made any trouble if I had not been present. Judging by his
looks, he appeared to regard me with intense hatred. I had interfered
with some of his schemes before, and from the particular attention he
bestowed upon me, I came to the conclusion that he considered me the
author of his present misfortune.

"Why am I treated in this brutal manner?" demanded Cornwood, turning
his gaze from me to Captain Blastblow.

"I don't know anything at all about it," replied the captain. "There
are several things I don't understand about this business; but I am
willing to be informed."

"I suppose I owe all this to you, Captain Garningham," added Cornwood,
giving me a savage look.

"On the contrary, I think you owe it all to yourself," I replied. "If I
remember rightly, you were to detain the Islander at Key West. Instead
of doing this, she runs out of the harbor as soon as the Sylvania comes
in sight."

"It's none of your business, Garningham. Do you own the Islander?"

"I think we had better go into the pilot-house and talk the case over,"
I added. "We shall soon find out what the matter is."

I led the way, and we seated ourselves in the pilot-house. I had
indicated this place because I wanted to hear the explanation of the
captain of the Islander.

"Captain Blastblow, your conduct has astonished me," said Colonel
Shepard, more calmly than he had spoken at first.

"I am sorry for it, si