CHAPTER XXVII.
THE CAPTURE OF CAPTAIN MARCALE.
The Viscount was bound for Australia! I could scarcely credit my ears when Captain Marcale made his astonishing statement. This was certainly something which I had not in the least expected.
"To Australia!" repeated Oliver. "Do you mean to say that you expect to take us to that country?"
"To be sure," was the Spaniard's reply. "And what is more, I expect you to do your duty as sailors until Sydney is reached."
"You won't get me to do a thing!" burst out my chum.
"Nor will I work," I put in. "This is an outrage, and I demand that you put us on shore immediately."
At this the captain laughed contemptuously. "You forget that I am absolute master here," he sneered.
"I know that in shanghaiing us in this fashion
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