"I not in de galley," reiterated the bearded sailor. "Russell an' Striker no tell de truth."
"It is true," cried Larry.
"Thet's so, an' you can't squirm out o' it," broke in Luke. "I saw ye as plain as day."
"I want to know what you put into that stewpot?" continued Captain Ponsberry.
"I no go near de galley. I"
"I know you went into the galley and I know you put something into the stew. For the last time I ask you, what was it?"
For reply Ostag Semmel simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you going to tell me the truth?"
"I reckon the truth ain't in him," grumbled Luke, under his breath.
"I say noddings more," came sourly from the bearded sailor.
"Put that man in irons," commanded Captain Ponsberry, turning quickly to Larry and Grandon. "If he won't talk now, perhaps he'll talk after he has spent a day in the brig."
"Vat! you put me in irons!" shrieked Semmel. "You no got right to do dat, no!"
"Haven't I?" answered Captain Ponsberry, in a voice that cut like a whip. "I'd like to see anybody dispute over it. Larry, Tom, do as I command."
