"I certainly had no instructions to run away with her; and I am not aware that I have done anything of that kind," answered the captain. "There has been some mistake, Colonel Shepard," I interposed. "I think we had better go into the pilot-house and talk it over." Without making any reply, both of the belligerents followed me forward. I was quite as anxious to ascertain what had become of Cornwood and Nick Boomsby as I was to have Captain Blastblow explain his singular conduct. I found Captain Cayo on the forecastle, holding his prisoner by the collar of his coat, while Nick was in the care of Buck, on the port side of the house on deck. The former seemed disposed to resist, though he was not willing to risk a conflict with his swarthy captor. "What do you mean by laying hands upon me, you rascal?" demanded Cornwood. "Don't use any hard words, Cornwood," added the pilot, coolly. "I obey my orders, and don't answer any questions." "I don't know anything about your orders; and no one had any right to give you any orders to lay hands on me," foamed Cornwood. The prisoner began to demonstrate rather violently; he made a spring at the throat of the pilot; but the latter was too quick and too strong for him. They clinched together, and then Cornwood went down upon the deck. Captain Cayo put his foot on the chest of the prostrate Floridian, and held him down. "I think we had better put a rope around this man's arms," said the pilot, without taking his eyes from his prisoner. "That would keep him quiet and well-behaved." I picked up a piece of line, and handed it to him. He tipped Cornwood as carelessly as though he had been a shark, and proceeded to bind his arms behind him. The Floridian attempted to resist again; but the foot of the pilot pressed more heavily upon him as he did so, and he found it impossible to get upon his feet again. Captain Cayo drew the arms of the captive up behind him, and quickly fastened them. Then he took him by the collar, and stood him up on his feet. Cornwood looked unutterably scornful at me; and I doubt if he would have made any trouble if I had not been present. Judging by his looks, he appeared to regard me with intense hatred. I had interfered with some of his schemes before, and from the particular attention he bestowed upon me, I came to the conclusion that he considered me the author of his present misfortune. "Why am I treated in this brutal manner?" demanded Cornwood, turning his gaze from me to Captain Blastblow. "I don't know anything at all about it," replied the captain. "There are several things I don't understand about this business; but I am willing to be informed." "I suppose I owe all this to you, Captain Garningham," added Cornwood, giving me a savage look. "On the contrary, I think you owe it all to yourself," I replied. "If I remember rightly, you were to detain the Islander at Key West. Instead of doing this, she runs out of the harbor as soon as the Sylvania comes in sight."