But now when he learned that men were being
murdered, goods stolen, ships scuttled, in accordance with a kind of
wild law, called rules of war, he no longer knew what to do. The world
was mad. Its people were murdering each other.
He finally said aloud to Caradoc: "I suppose we may as well hunt up the
commanding officer, surrender ourselves and sail for Africa with the
others."
"No," interrupted Smith, "don't do that." Then he called softly inside,
"Malone!"
"Well, w'ot is it?" inquired the mate gruffly, for he persevered in his
dislike of Smith.
"Look sharp, Malone! I am an officer in the English navy--it is my right
and duty to assume command of all English seamen in case of war!"
A blank silence followed this remarkable assumption of authority. The
tone in which it was whispered prevented any doubts in the minds of his
hearers.
"Do you understand?" inquired Caradoc in a sharp undertone.
"Yes, sir," replied the mate doggedly.
"How many men have you in there?"
"Eleven Hinglishmen, sir."
"I assume responsibility for those men. From now on accept orders from
me!"
"Yes, sir."
"Pass the word around. I am going to hand in some German uniforms
through this port. Let every man put on a uniform!"
"Very well, sir!" came the dismayed reply.
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