A DEMAND. 193

There was a crashing of glass, and an iron belaying-pin
came hurtling through the skylight, striking the table,
within a short distance of where Bob had been standing,
then rebounding through the panels of the captain’s
room.

«Get out of range, or they’ll soon be able to knock
every one of you over,’’ Bean said, feebly; and Miss Dun-
ham motioned for the men to carry the wounded mate to
a place of safety, while she, regardless of the enemy who
might be taking aim at her, deliberately lowered the flame
of the lamp.

Then, her duty, so far as the mate was concerned,
being ended, she turned her attention to the unconscious
captain.