'
"'Turn to!' roared the Captain.
"Steelkilt glanced round him a moment, and then said:--'I tell
you what it is now, Captain, rather than kill ye, and be hung
for such a shabby rascal, we won't lift a hand against ye unless
ye attack us; but till you say the word about not flogging us,
we don't do a hand's turn.'
"'Down into the forecastle then, down with ye, I'll keep ye there
till ye're sick of it. Down ye go.'
"'Shall we?' cried the ringleader to his men. Most of them
were against it; but at length, in obedience to Steelkilt,
they preceded him down into their dark den, growlingly disappearing,
like bears into a cave.
"As the Lakeman's bare head was just level with the planks,
the Captain and his posse leaped the barricade, and rapidly drawing
over the slide of the scuttle, planted their group of hands upon it,
and loudly called for the steward to bring the heavy brass padlock
belonging to the companionway.
Then opening the slide a little, the Captain whispered something down
the crack, closed it, and turned the key upon them--ten in number--
leaving on deck some twenty or more, who thus far had remained neutral.
"All night a wide-awake watch was kept by all the officers,
forward and aft, especially about the forecastle scuttle and
fore hatchway; at which last place it was feared the insurgents
might emerge, after breaking through the bulkhead below.
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