“Let them stay there,” said the pirate. “Now, Craddock, you know where you are. You are aboard my ship, the _Happy Delivery_, and you lie at my mercy. I knew you for a stout seaman, you rogue, before you took to this long-shore canting. Your hands then were no cleaner than my own. Will you sign articles, as your mate has done, and join us, or shall I heave you over to follow your ship’s company?” “Where is my ship?” asked Craddock. “Scuttled in the bay.” “And the hands?” “In the bay, too.” “Then I’m for the bay, also.” “Hock him and heave him over,” said Sharkey. Many rough hands had dragged Craddock out upon deck, and Galloway, the quartermaster, had already drawn his hanger to cripple him, when Sharkey came hurrying from his cabin with an eager face. “We can do better with the hound!” he cried. “Sink me if it is not a rare plan. Throw him into the sail-room with the irons on, and do you come here, quartermaster, that I may tell you what I have in my mind.” So Craddock, bruised and wounded in soul and body, was thrown into the dark sail-room, so fettered that he could not stir hand or foot, but his Northern blood was running strong in his veins, and his grim spirit aspired only to make such an ending as might go some way towards atoning for the evil of his life. All night he lay in the curve of the bilge listening to the rush of the water and the straining of the timbers which told him that the ship was at sea and driving fast. In the early morning someone came crawling to him in the darkness over the heap of sails. “Here’s rum and biscuits,” said the voice of his late mate. “It’s at the risk of my life, Master Craddock, that I bring them to you.” “It was you who trapped me and caught me as in a snare!” cried Craddock. “How shall you answer for what you have done?” “What I did I did with the point of a knife betwixt my blade-bones.” “God forgive you for a coward, Joshua Hird. How came you into their hands?” “Why, Master Craddock, the pirate ship came back from its careening upon the very day that you left us. They laid us aboard, and, short-handed as we were, with the best of the men ashore with you, we could offer but a poor defence. Some were cut down, and they were the happiest. The others were killed afterwards. As to me, I saved my life by signing on with them.” “And they scuttled my ship?” “They scuttled her, and then Sharkey and his men, who had been watching us from the brushwood, came off to the ship. His mainyard had been cracked and fished last voyage, so he had suspicions of us, seeing that ours was whole. Then he thought of laying the same trap for you which you had set for him.” Craddock groaned. “How came I not to see that fished mainyard?” he muttered. “But whither are we bound?” “We are running north and west.” “North and west! Then we are heading back towards Jamaica.” “With an eight-knot wind.” “Have you heard what they mean to do with me?” “I have not heard. If you would but sign the articles--”