"That's neither here nor there, my lads," was the unsatisfactory answer. "You'll come with us, so say no more about the matter." Thereon Jack and Sambo were seized and hurried on board the schooner. Her hold was crowded with slaves. The anchor was apeak, and with the land breeze filling her sails, she ran over the bar and stood out to sea. "We are short handed and you two will be useful," said the white man who had spoken to them, and who proved to be the mate; "it's lucky for you, for we don't stand on much ceremony with any we find troublesome." Sambo had advised Jack to say nothing, but to work if he was bid, and the mate seemed satisfied. What words can describe the horrors of a crowded slave ship, even in those days before the blockade was established. Men, women, and children all huddled together, sitting with their chins on their knees and without the power of moving. A portion only were allowed to come on deck at a time, and the crew attended to their duties with pistols in their belts and cutlasses by their sides ready to suppress an outbreak. Many such outbreaks Jack was told had occurred, when all the white men had been murdered. He was rather less harshly treated than in the brig, but he had plenty of work to do and many masters to make him do it. It was dreadful work--the cries and groans of the slaves--the stench rising from below--the surly looks and fierce oaths of the ruffian crew, outcasts from many different nations, made Jack wish himself safe on shore again. Thus, the slave ship sailed on across the Atlantic, the officers and men exulting in the thought of the large profit they expected to make by their hapless cargo.