“I saw some one standing near the window. The light shone on him. He seemed to be listening and watching. I crept near. Then I saw it was the fellow you had pointed out to me. I hit him with my sand bag.” “Good boy, Lazaro—good boy!” cried Chet. "I hit him with something harder than a sand bag a short time ago, but he has a hard head. Can’t knock him out very easy. We’ll give him a little sea voyage. I’m dry. “Whisky was made for men, boys, And men will drink and die.” “Arlington,” said Dick, “you’re intoxicated. You had better wait a while before carrying out your foolish plan. What good will it do you?” Chester laughed recklessly. “Oh, it’s great sport!” he declared. “You will enjoy it. We will make you enjoy it. You don’t know what it is to be a man and drink and smoke like a man, do you? Well, I will teach you. Lazaro, tell that fool engineer to hurry up with his steam.” “He is doing his best, Mr. Arlington. We will cast off directly.” “Here, you chaps!” called Chet. “Some of the sailors come here. I want you!” They approached. “Take this fellow and lug him into the cabin,” was the command. “Dump him down on the floor and let him lay there.” Dick was lifted and carried below. After a few minutes Chet came stumbling down the companionway and entered the cabin. He was followed by Tom Moran. “Here he is, Moran,” chuckled the reckless boy. “Here’s the proud and mighty Mr. Merriwell. He is very quiet now.” “He seems to be,” said Moran. “He is the chap who gave you those marks. Take it out of him if you want to, I don’t care.” “Why, I can’t do that when he is tied and helpless,” said Moran. “Can’t you? Well, now that’s funny. I thought you were just fierce to get at him? I thought you were just palpitating to hammer him?” “Not this way,” said Chet’s companion, shaking his head. “What if I order you to?” asked Arlington. “It won’t do you any good,” grimly answered the young bruiser. “I fights square when I fights, and I don’t punch up any man who can’t punch back.” “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed Chet. “All right. You will enjoy my little picnic with him. What do you think of a chap who thinks he is better than other people because he doesn’t drink, or smoke, or swear, or have any bad habits? He’s never tasted of liquor, and boasts of it. Well, he will get a taste to-night. You bet your life! Within an hour he will be drunk as a fool. Where’s Lazaro?” “Here, sir,” answered a voice, and Lazaro appeared. “I want some whisky, Lazaro. Do you know where the keys of the wine locker are kept?” “I think so, sir.” “Well, get them.” “Captain Long——” “Hang Captain Long! I am captain now! I want those keys!” “Very well, sir.” Chester lighted a cigarette and puffed at it. Dick was sitting up now, with his back against a locker. “Get hold of him, Moran!” ordered Arlington. “Let’s sit him up where we can look at him.” The captive was lifted to a seat on the locker.