A man rushed by, or tried to do so. Courtenay recognized him as a

leading stoker who had temporary charge of the donkey-boiler and seized

him wrathfully, his eyes ablaze.

"Go back!" he roared.

"Señor! The ship is lost!"

"Go back, and await my orders."

He could have strangled the fugitive in his sudden rage. The fireman

endeavored to gasp his readiness to obey. Courtenay relaxed his grip,

and, for a time, at least one member of the crew stuck to his post,

fearing the mad captain more than death.

A mob of stewards and kitchen hands came in a torrent up the saloon

stairs. Courtenay met them, a terrifying figure, and thrust a revolver

in their faces.

"Back!" he shouted, "or some of you will die here."

Even in their frenzy they believed him. The foremost slunk away, and

fought in a new terror with those who would urge them on. Gray,

bleeding from a cut across the forehead, knocked down a man who

brutally tore Isobel out of his path. Tollemache, a revolver in each

hand, set his back against the corner of the saloon at the foot of the

stairs.

"I'm with you, captain," he yelled.

Courtenay saw that he had conquered them--for the instant. He raised

his hand.

"Behave like men," he cried. "You can do no good by crowding the deck.

I am going to the bridge to see if it is possible to lower the boats.

Each boat's crew will be mustered in turn, passengers and men alike.

If you are cowards now you will throw away what chance there is of

saving your lives."

His voice rang out like a trumpet. His attitude cowed while it

reassured them. Men turned from one to another to ask what the señor

captain was saying. They understood much, but they wanted to make sure

of each word. Was there any hope? Now that the gates of death were

opening, he was a god in their eyes--a god who promised life in return

for obedience.

A revolver barked twice somewhere on deck. A bullet smashed one of the

windows of the music-room and lodged in a panel behind Courtenay. They

all heard the reports, but the captain promptly turned the incident to

advantage.

"You see we mean to maintain order," he said. "Mr. Malcolm, take care

that every one has a lifebelt."

A sort of cheer came from the men. Who could fail to believe in a

leader so cool and resourceful? He ran out into the darkness to

discover the cause of the shooting. A number of sailors and firemen

were striving to launch a boat. There was a struggle going on. He

could not distinguish friend from foe in the mêlée, but he threw

himself into it fearlessly.




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