"Come, do you submit?" demanded the mate of the Dogstar.
"What do you say, Dick?" whispered Tom, so faintly that the others could not hear.
"I don't want to give in to them."
"Neither do I. But it looks pretty shaky, doesn't it?"
"Yes, they have us cornered."
"We are armed, and if there is to be any shooting we can do our share of it," resumed Sack Todd. "But there is no need to go to such an extreme. Better submit quietly and let that end it. We wish you no harm, but we are bound to have our way."
"Let Sam and Hans come down and we'll talk it over," said Dick, struck by a sudden idea.
"You had better come up, and then you can talk it over in the cabin," said Sack Todd, and whispered something to his companion the Rovers could not hear.
"Not yet," said Dick, firmly.
"All right, suit yourself. But if you won't come up, you can stay there. Throw over the hatch, fellows."
There was a hatch to fit over the opening to the engine room and without further words this was thrown into place and secured from the deck.
"Dick, we are prisoners!" cried Tom.
