It was but a short pull out to the schooner, and Miss Rumbolt was soon on the deck, lavishing endearments on the monkey, and energetically prodding the bear with a handspike to make him growl. The noise of the offended animal as he strove to get through the bars of his cage was terrific, and the girl was in the full enjoyment of it, when she became aware of a louder noise still, and, turning round, saw the seamen at the windlass. “Why, what are they doing?” she demanded, “getting up anchor?” “Ahoy, there!” shouted Hezekiah sternly. “What are you doing with that windlass?” As he spoke, the anchor peeped over the edge of the bows, and one of the seamen running past them took the helm. “Now then,” shouted the fellow, “stand by. Look lively there with them sails.” Obeying a light touch of the helm, the schooner’s bow-sprit slowly swung round from the land, and the crew, hauling lustily on the ropes, began to hoist the sails. “What the devil are you up to?” thundered the skipper. “Have you all gone mad? What does it all mean?” “It means,” said one of the seamen, whose fat, amiable face was marred by a fearful scowl, “that we’ve got a new skipper.” “Good heavens, a mutiny!” exclaimed the skipper, starting melodramatically against the cage, and starting hastily away again. “Where’s the mate?” “He’s with us,” said another seaman, brandishing his sheath knife, and scowling fearfully. “He’s our new captain.” In confirmation of this the mate now appeared from below with an axe in his hand, and, approaching his captain, roughly ordered him below. “I’ll defend this lady with my life,” cried Hezekiah, taking the handspike from Kate, and raising it above his head. “Nobody’ll hurt a hair of her beautiful head,” said the mate, with a tender smile. “Then I yield,” said the skipper, drawing himself up, and delivering the handspike with the air of a defeated admiral tendering his sword. “Good,” said the mate briefly, as one of the men took it. “What!” demanded Miss Rumbolt excitedly, “aren’t you going to fight them? Here, give me the handspike.” Before the mate could interfere, the sailor, with thoughtless obedience, handed it over, and Miss Rumbolt at once tried to knock him over the head. Being thwarted in this design by the man taking flight, she lost her temper entirely, and bore down like a hurricane on the remaining members of the crew who were just approaching. They scattered at once, and ran up the rigging like cats, and for a few moments the girl held the deck; then the mate crept up behind her, and with the air of a man whose job exactly suited him, clasped her tightly round the waist, while one of the seamen disarmed her. “You must both go below till we’ve settled what to do with you,” said the mate, reluctantly releasing her. With a wistful glance at the handspike, the girl walked to the cabin, followed slowly by the skipper.