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other hesitated. "Why, I'll--I'll blow you and your blamed schooner and all hands of you to blazes!" exploded Slocum. "You will, eh?" retorted Brown, slipping his right hand casually into his jacket pocket. "Then--hands up, you skunk! hands up; and look spry about it, or by the living Jingo I'll shoot! Up with 'em, I say. Ah! that's better, a good deal!" as Slocum slowly and reluctantly raised his hands above his head in response to our skipper's command, emphasised by a levelled revolver which the "Old Man" had produced so rapidly that it was quite like a conjuring trick. "Now, Mr Temple," continued Brown, addressing me but keeping his eye unwaveringly upon his prisoner, "just you go to the rail and persuade them two in the dory to come up on deck; persuade 'em with yer gun if you can't do it any other way. I guess we'll have to go on usin' force, now that this cantankerous cuss have obliged us to begin. And you, Mr Cunnin'ham, be good enough to pass the word for the carpenter to lay aft wi' three sets of irons." "Here, I say, you monkey-faced old pirate, whatcher givin' us? Whatcher mean by callin' for irons? You don't mean ter say you're goin' to make a prisoner of me, do yer?" demanded Slocum, dropping his hands in his fury. "Hands up!" snapped the skipper, quick as lightning. Then, as Slocum threw them up again, he replied: "Not goin' to make a prisoner of ye, eh? You bet I sure am, then, you and the hull of your crowd, since you've come here spoilin' for trouble. But I don't want no trouble myself, I ain't that sorter man; so I'm goin' to keep you 'uns safe in irons until I've finished my business here, a'ter which I'll release ye, and you can do what yer like." "The fust thing I'll do when you release me is to blow the blamed head off your shoulders, ye all-fired pirate," snapped Slocum viciously. "Put this man in irons," ordered Brown, as the carpenter came along, and the next minute Slocum was fettered and Chips was overhauling him to make sure that he had no concealed weapons about him. Meanwhile I had succeeded in "persuading" the two men who constituted the crew of the dory to leave their boat and come up on deck, and they, too, were promptly clapped in irons. Thus we already had in our power three of the _Kingfisher's_ complement of ten men all told, leaving seven, as opposed to our own fourteen. "Take 'em away and confine 'em below in the fore peak," ordered Brown. And when
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