While the surgeon was attending to his patients, Higson made his report to the commander. He had found them both still trying to pull, but so exhausted that they could scarcely move their oars. No sooner did he get alongside than Desmond sank down in the bottom of the boat, unable to speak. Needham, however, had had strength sufficient to tell him that both the other midshipmen were alive, but prisoners on shore; though how they got into prison he had not said. "From what I could make out, sir, I am afraid they are not the only English in the hands of the Spaniards, or Carthagenans, or whatever the rascals call themselves," continued Higson. "I caught the words, `the colonel and a young lady--and no time to be lost!' but what he wished to say more I couldn't make out, only I cannot help thinking that he must have alluded to the colonel and his daughter, who sailed the other day in the brig from Antigua." "I fear that there is no doubt about it!" exclaimed Murray, greatly agitated. "When Needham has sufficiently recovered to speak we shall learn more about the matter, and be able to decide what to do. Stay. That no time may be lost, let the boats be got ready with water-casks and provisions, and see that the crews have their cutlasses sharpened and pistols in order. Should the calm continue I will lead an expedition on shore, and insist on the liberation of the prisoners. The sight of the British flag will probably put the Dons on their good behaviour, and, if not, we must try what force can do. I will leave you, Higson, in charge of the brig with twenty hands, and as soon as a breeze springs up you will stand in after me, and act according to circumstances." "I am afraid, sir, that if the Carthagenans, or whatever they call themselves, are threatened with force, they will retaliate on their prisoners," observed Higson. "Mongrels as they are, if they have a drop of Spanish blood running in their veins, they would not surely injure a lady!" exclaimed Murray. "Not so sure of that. Whether whole or half-blooded, Spaniards are savage fellows when their temper's up," answered Higson. "However, let us hope for the best. All I can make out is that our friends are prisoners, but the why and the wherefore I don't understand; only as Desmond and Needham were evidently in a great hurry to get off to us, I'm afraid that they must be in some danger."