Billings, however, wished to set his new crew an example, so three of the men, at his command, were clamped into irons and made prisoners below deck. Then to show the men that he could play square with them, although everyone doubted it, he promised the crew a bonus at the end of the voyage and plenty of whisky during it. From that time on, Carl and the rest of the passengers were wise in staying within the confines of the passenger deck. The crew was literally drunk at all times. How they managed to do their work was a mystery to Carl. The slow tedious passage to New York was quite uneventful after the uprising had been taken care of, with the exception of the storm they encountered the fifth day out. Early that morning a gale sprang up, increasing in velocity until, by noon, it was a roaring hurricane. The “Resolute” was slowed down to almost a standstill, her engines running just enough to keep her head on to the wind. During the storm, which lasted over fifteen hours, the decks were continually swept with great waves, which tore away rafts and boat, broke ports twenty feet above the water line and flooded the staterooms. One of the passengers ventured out on deck during the storm and was picked up with a broken leg, having been thrown heavily against the cabin walls by a great mass of water. The crew sobered up considerably during the storm, while the three men in irons were willing to promise anything if they were released. Some seventeen days later, Carl was told that they were nearing New York. Long before reaching port, however, wireless messages were sent out to the effect that the ship had developed some slight boiler troubles, at the same time giving her location, but adding that no assistance was needed. Knowing that there was nothing wrong below decks, Carl figured that this was but a code message intended for the bootleggers, who were awaiting the arrival of the vessel. When the ship was about ten miles from New York, Captain Billings gave the command to cast anchor. At nine o’clock sharp that evening, a red rocket was sent up. Within half an hour, an auxiliary schooner, the “Viking,” commanded by a former Customs guard, was lying alongside the “Resolute.” Under the direction of the Captain and the watchful eyes of the gunmen the crew was immediately set to discharging the treasure of liquor. This work kept the men busy the entire night. Early the next morning two fast motorboats came up and drew alongside the steamer. The men boarded the “Resolute” and with the aid of the latter’s crew a large number of cases of whisky were put on board the motorboats, which then sped away.