“Hold! not so fast, my friend,” was the quiet answer. “Sure, it’s much better to take no unnecessary trouble. And my advice to you is to be as quiet as a mouse.” As he spoke, Conyngham shifted his hand to the butt of a pistol that protruded from under his long blue coat. Though his words were lightly spoken, the Englishman saw a dangerous gleam in the captain’s dark eyes, and stood still, muttering. “Are you a pirate?” he demanded, hoarsely, at last. “Far from that,” answered Conyngham, smiling and advancing farther into the little space. “If the gentlemen will seat themselves, I shall be glad to inform you of the circumstances. You are prisoners of the American cruiser Surprise, that I have the honor to command. But you need fear nothing, I assure you.” [Illustration: A score of men poured over the bows.] “What is your name and under whose authority are you acting?” demanded the young under-secretary, who had now found his tongue. “My name is Conyngham,” was the reply, “and I am acting under authority of the president of the American Congress.” “You will hang for it,” interposed one of the merchants. “I shall complain to the Government--such an outrage, and in the English Channel, too!” Conyngham smiled. “You can write a letter to the Times if you see fit, my good sir,” he replied, “but at present there is no use of being bad-natured. Don’t allow me to disturb you in your meal, as I see you’ve just begun.” At this moment a slight scuffle and some loud words came from the deck above. The captain again started to his feet. “They’re securing the crew,” Conyngham said in explanation. “There is no use in making a fuss over the matter; we’re in complete possession. Be easy now.” Just as he spoke the lank figure of the Yankee second mate appeared at the foot of the ladder. He saluted Conyngham, and grinned at the others as if enjoying their discomfiture. “I have to report, sir, that all’s well, and await your orders. There is one man we had to put into irons; the rest submitted quietly.” “You see how matters stand, gentlemen,” Conyngham went on, “and before we cast off our lashings I shall have to ask you to accompany me to my vessel.” “A most high-handed proceeding,” muttered the English merchant. But his protestations were interrupted by the young secretary at this point. “It’s always best,” said he, “to accept a bad position gracefully, and I am sure if this gentleman,” he waved his hand toward Conyngham, “will allow us to remain on board here we shall much appreciate the favor. As for myself,” he added, “I will promise not to endeavor to escape. I am a bad swimmer at the best, and if our gallant friend, who, I perceive, at some time or other has been a subject of his Majesty, will permit it, we should like to remain.”