As he spoke, he assisted the one who was lying on the deck to rise. Leaving both of them in charge of his companion, he went down into the cabin. It was a very small apartment, not intended for more than four persons. On the table in the centre of it was the keg of beer, carefully secured with blocks, and lashed down. An open door by the side of the companion-way led into the hold. One end of it had been roughly prepared with berths, which were provided with bedding. There were six of these bunks, making sleeping accommodations for ten persons. An old carpet had been laid on the bottom of the hold, and Dory was willing to admit that the place was comfortable enough for a summer-cruise on the lake. As the club consisted of only five persons, Dory could not imagine why the vessel had been fitted up, at some extra expense, for double that number. But he did not wait to indulge in any conjectures on the subject. The stanchions which had been put up to support the bunks, afforded what he was looking for; and the two prisoners could be fastened to them. The robbers were conducted to this place. They were both under the influence of the beer, and had some difficulty in maintaining the centre of gravity over the base. They were sleepy and stupid, and Dory compelled his man to sit down with his back to the stanchion. In this position he made him fast, and the machinist did the same with the other. Both of them said they were comfortable when the question was put to them. But they were so tipsy that they had no very definite ideas on any subject. They submitted with the best grace in the world, and even seemed to be pleased to find that all their responsibilities had come to a sudden end; for they were not in condition to attend to any thing. "What has become of Angy?" asked one of them. "He could not come on board again," replied Dory. "Who were the two fellows that went ashore on the hatches of the schooner?" "Chuckworth and Mackwith," replied the one addressed. "What is your name?" "My name is Sangfraw." "What is your name?" asked Mr. Jepson of the other. "My name is Wickwood," he answered, with a dazed look around him. "Did you two go on shore with Angy?" inquired Dory of Sangfraw; and he was not confident that this was a real name. "No, we did not: we staid on board, and we have not been on shore at all. Chuck and Mack went with Angy," replied Sangfraw; and he looked up into Dory's face, as though he was seeking for some information in regard to him. "What was this place, this steerage, fitted up for?" asked Dory. "For the club." "What did you want of ten berths?" "Because there are ten of the members." "Where are the other five?" "They were to join us up here somewhere." "That's it, is it?" added Dory, glancing at the instructor. "That's it, exactly; and I'm a member of the club, and the cook of the ship," said Sangfraw, dropping his head as though the effort required to keep it up was too great for him.