We scanned the bay for an approaching boat, but the dark waters answered not. At two o’clock we turned in for a much needed rest. We left a trusty man as a lookout with orders to waken us at five o’clock if nothing happened before. We still had a lingering hope that Law might appear in season to carry out our plans. And soon, as the hours glided by, the Chapman rocked us to sleep. CHAPTER X. WE WAKE TO FIND WARSHIP NEAR AND BOAT FILLED WITH POLICE APPROACHING. Somebody else slumbered on board the Chapman that night besides the men below. Morpheus evidently got a strangle-hold on our vigilant sentinel, from what followed. I was wakened by a shake and a startled cry from the lookout. I sprang hastily to the deck. It was broad daylight. A couple of hundred yards away I looked into the trained guns of the U. S. warship Cyane. Several boatloads of officers and marines were just starting from her in our direction. A hasty look also revealed a tugboat making for us from the waterfront, filled with San Francisco cops, headed by I. W. Lees. Of course, even had we been prepared, resistance would have meant suicide, for the gunners of the Cyane stood waiting orders to blow us out of the water. I rushed down to the cabin, jerked Rubery and Greathouse from their bunks and after a brief word of explanation we proceeded to destroy as many incriminating papers as possible. We made a hasty bonfire on the cabin floor, burned a number of documents that might not have looked well if read in open court, tore into little bits and scattered the fragments of other documents that resisted a quick fire and made a clean-up in general. Smoke was streaming up the gangway when the naval officers and policemen swarmed on board. Someone yelled, “They’ve fired the powder magazine.” This made a diversion and gained a little more time. Nevertheless, out of the destruction, Captain Lees gathered together the scraps and by piecing them together and guessing at the missing parts, collected some evidence that was produced against us in court later on. Greathouse, Rubery, Libby and myself went on deck and surrendered. We admitted nothing, contenting ourselves with saying that we alone were responsible for the ship and everything on board. They did not show the least surprise as they searched the ship and opened boxes containing our “knocked down” cannon and stands of firearms. They saw vast quantities of powder, shells and ammunition of all kinds exposed with as much indifference as if they held a copy of the ship’s manifest, which, in fact, they did have in their possession, through the treachery of Law. If anything further were needed to complete the knowledge that he had betrayed us, it was furnished by an unguarded remark of Captain Lees.