"It's false," began Captain Hannock. "The Spitfire was"
At that instant he stopped short. He had caught sight of us, and his face turned a sickly green. No doubt he felt that for once he had been thoroughly sold.
Lowell and Crocker also noted our entrance. The sailor fell back in a fright. The boatswain turned upon me fiercely.
"You whippersnapper!" he exclaimed. "Where did you come from?"
I offered him no reply, and he went on:
"This is the chap who set the Spitfire on fire."
"We know all about it," said Mr. Henshaw quietly. "For the present you three may consider yourselves under arrest."
"It's an outrage," cried Captain Hannock; but evidently his heart was not in the words.
"I'll risk it."
"You'll be sorry for it," put in Lowell, who was white with rage.
Mr. Henshaw paid no attention to him.
"Where shall we place them?" he asked of Captain Flagg.
"There is no place but an empty coal locker or two."
"That is good enough."
