A little later Captain Ponsberry called up the companionway. At first nobody paid any attention to him, but presently the hatch was shoved aside a few inches and Ostag Semmel looked down. Behind him was Shamhaven.
"Semmel, what does this mean?" asked the captain, as calmly as he could.
"It means dat've haf de ship," replied the Russian, with a grin.
"You are carrying matters with a very high hand. Where are Grandon and Vincent?"
"I not tell you dat."
"We had a right to mutiny," said Shamhaven. "The grub wasn't fit to eat and was getting worse every day."
"That's a tale gotten up for the occasion, Shamhaven, and you know it. Semmel doctored the food to make you dissatisfied."
"Well, we don't think so," grumbled the sailor. "I don't think so, and Groot and the others don't either."
"Has Jack Wilbur joined you?"
"Certainly he has," was Shamhaven's ready reply, but his look belied his words.
"Ve are all pount to stick togedder," said Semmel. "You might as veil gif up der sooner—der petter for you!"
