"Send for them, and tell them to report here at once." When the ship's force had been summoned, save for the two sailors known to be dead on the starboard side of the ship, Darrin continued: "There were some wounded men." "Two," said the boatswain. "Where are they?" "Below. One is badly hurt. The other is binding his wounds." Dave had by this time walked down on to the deck. There was a forecastle large enough to hold the crew, and he ordered all of the men into it, except the boatswain, whom he sent with three of his own men to find the wounded. These latter two were brought to the captain's cabin. The two dead seamen, after Darrin had gained their names from the boatswain, were picked up and thrown overboard into the sea. The boatswain was then sent to join the prisoners. "Four of you men come with me, and we'll search the rest of the cabin part of the ship," Darrin directed. Off the dining room were four doors that Dave believed opened into sleeping cabins. The first door that Darrin tried proved to be locked. One of his men carried a sledge-hammer that had been found in the wheel-house. "Batter down the door!" Dave ordered. Ere this order could be carried out the door flew open. A tall young woman, barely more than twenty years of age, stood in the doorway, her head thrown back, cheeks flushed, her look proud and disdainful. In her right hand she held a revolver. "Go away from here!" she ordered. "Else I shall kill you!" CHAPTER XIX THE GOOD WORK GOES ON "YOU will have to lower that pistol, young lady," warned Dave, calmly, as he walked toward her. The sailors had drawn back to either side of the doorway, but the young woman stood where she could aim at anyone in the American party. The seaman nearest the revolver glanced quickly at Darrin, as if to inquire whether he should make an attempt to seize her pistol wrist and wrench the weapon away. But Dave ignored the man's glance as he stepped up, eyeing the young woman coolly. "Lower the pistol," he warned, again. "If you tried to use it, it would tell against you hard, before an English court, and these are wartimes, you know." He was now within two feet of the weapon, which was pointed at his head. "I shall kill you if you try to come near me," the young woman insisted desperately. But Dave took another step. She pulled the trigger. There was a bright flash, a loud report. [Illustration: "Lower that pistol!"] Dave, however, had been watching that trigger finger. As he saw it stiffen he dropped suddenly almost to his knees, the bullet passing over his head and embedding itself in woodwork across the cabin. Darrin sprang up unharmed. His cap had caught a powder burn; that was all. He gripped the woman's wrist in a hand of steel. With his other hand he coolly took the pistol away from her, then dropped her wrist.