Shortly after the captain came on deck, Paul
called his attention to the blood-stained sail and said: "This work has
got to be stopped."
The captain shrugged his shoulders. "What can we do?"
"That's for you to say," answered Paul. "You're in command here."
"Well, I'll have to talk with Stanley when he turns out."
At seven bells the order: "Pump ship, call the watch," was given. The
watch was called but failed to respond. The sailor sent to call it again
reported that port watch did not intend to turn out. It was now eight
bells and time for Paul's watch to go below. The captain came on deck
followed by the second mate, with whom he had been remonstrating. Paul
reported that the watch had been called out but refused to come. The
second mate with a terrible oath started forward saying:
"I'll have the dogs on deck mighty soon."
He reached the forecastle door and flung it back. The same moment both
Paul and the captain saw him stagger and fall to deck. He bellowed
lustily for help. The captain and Paul rushed to his assistance and
found him bleeding profusely from knife wounds in the breast and
abdomen, while the port watch with drawn knives stood sullen and
determined looking in the forecastle. This sight staggered the captain
who exclaimed:
"Mutiny by the eternal!" and called loudly for the steward to bring him
his revolver.
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