words. The doctor was
walking about in agitation. Johnson stoically folded his arms and
said nothing. All at once a strong, imperious, and energetic voice
was heard to pronounce these words:

"Every man to his post and tack about!"

Johnson started, and, hardly knowing what he did, turned the wheel
rapidly. He was just in time, for the brig, launched at full speed,
was about to crush herself against her prison walls. But while Johnson
was instinctively obeying, Shandon, Clawbonny, the crew, and all down
to the stoker Warren, who had abandoned his fires, even black Strong,
who had left his cooking, were all mustered on deck, and saw emerge
from that cabin the only man who was in possession of the key, and
that man was Garry, the sailor.

"Sir!" cried Shandon, becoming pale. "Garry--you--by what right do
you command here?"

"Dick," called out Garry, reproducing that whistle which had so much
surprised the crew. The dog, at the sound of his right name, jumped
with one bound on to the poop and lay quietly down at his master's
feet. The crew did not say a word. The key which the captain of the
_Forward_ alone possessed, the dog sent by him, and who came thus
to verify his identity, that commanding accent which it was impossible
to mistake--all this acted strongly on the minds of the sailors, and
was sufficient to establish Garry's authority.

Besides, Garry was no longer recognisable; he had cut off the long
whiskers which had covered his face, which made it look more energetic
and imperious than ever; dressed in the clothes of his rank which
had been deposited in the cabin, he appeared in the insignia of
commander.

Then immediately, with that mobility which characterised them, the
crew of the _Forward_ cried out--"Three cheers for the captain!"

"Shandon!" said the latter to his second, "muster the crew; I am going
to inspect it!"

Shandon obeyed and gave orders with an altered voice. The captain
advanced to meet his officers and men, saying something suitable to
each, and treating each according to his past conduct. When he had
finished the inspection, he returned on to the poop, and with a calm
voice pronounced the following words:

"Officers and sailors, like you, I am English, and my motto is that
of Nelson, 'England expects that every man will do his duty.' As an
Englishman I am resolved, we are resolved, that no bolder men shall
go further than we have been. As an Englishman I will not allow, we
will no