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Code was told to get in first and take a seat looking aft. He did

so, and the officer dropped into the stern-sheets so as to face

his prisoner. The sailors took their position, shipped their oars

smartly, and the cutter was soon under way to the gunboat.

Arrived at the accommodation ladder, and on deck, Code found a

vessel with white decks, glistening brass work, and discipline

that shamed naval authority. The subaltern, saluting, reported to

the deck-officer that his mission had been completed, and the

latter, after questioning Code, ordered that he be taken to

confinement quarters.

These quarters, unlike the pen on the Nettie B., were below the

deck, but were lighted by a porthole. The room was larger, had a

comfortable bunk, a small table loaded with magazines, a chair,

and a sanitary porcelain washstand. The luxury of the

appointments was a revelation.

There was no question of his escaping from this room he very soon

discovered.