"They have us like rats in a trap," said Larry, bitterly.
"And for all we know Vincent and Grandon are both dead," returned Luke Striker, soberly. "I must say, lad, we seem to be in a bad way and no mistake."
"Dey'll throw us overboard, I know dey will!" groaned Jeff, who was almost white with terror. "I neber see sech goin's-on in all ma life!"
To fight the mutineers further was, just then, out of the question, and Larry turned his attention again to Captain Ponsberry. At last the captain seemed fully to comprehend what had occurred. He once more moved toward the companionway, pistol in hand.
"You can't get out that way, sir," said Larry. "They have placed the fore hatch over the stairs."
"And they are armed, too," put in Luke. "Be careful, sir, or they'll shoot you down."
"And this on my own ship!" came bitterly from the master of the Columbia. "That is what I get for treating the dogs better than they deserve. Where are Grandon and Vincent?"
"Either shot down or taken prisoners. They called for help, and that was the last we heard of them."
"And are all the others in this dastardly plot?"
