Five men stood behind Skipper Simms and Ward, but there were two revolvers upon that side of the argument.  Suddenly Ward turned toward Divine.

“Are you armed, Mr. Divine?” he asked.

Divine nodded affirmatively.

“Then you’d better come over with us—­it looks like we might need you to help put down this mutiny,” said Ward.

Divine hesitated.  He did not know which side was more likely to be victorious, and he wanted to be sure to be on the winning side.  Suddenly an inspiration came to him.

“This is purely a matter to be settled by the ship’s officers,” he said.  “I am only a prisoner, call me a passenger if you like—­I have no interest whatever in the matter, and shall not take sides.”

“Yes you will,” said Mr. Ward, in a low, but menacing tone.  “You’re in too deep to try to ditch us now.  If you don’t stand by us we’ll treat you as one of the mutineers when we’re through with them, and you can come pretty near a-guessin’ what they’ll get.”

Divine was about to reply, and the nature of his answer was suggested by the fact that he had already taken a few steps in the direction of Simms’ faction, when he was stopped by the low voice of the girl behind him.

“Larry,” she said, “I know all—­your entire connection with this plot.  If you have a spark of honor or manhood left you will do what little you can to retrieve the terrible wrong you have done me, and my father.  You can never marry me.  I give you my word of honor that I shall take my own life if that is the only way to thwart your plans in that direction, and so as the fortune can never be yours it seems to me that the next best thing would be to try and save me from the terrible predicament in which your cupidity has placed me.  You can make the start now, Larry, by walking over and placing yourself at Mr. Theriere’s disposal.  He has promised to help and protect me.”

A deep flush mounted to the man’s neck and face.  He did not turn about to face the girl he had so grievously wronged—­for the life of him he could not have met her eyes.  Slowly he turned, and with gaze bent upon the ground walked quickly toward Theriere.

Ward was quick to recognize the turn events had taken, and to see that it gave Theriere the balance of power, with two guns and nine men in his party against their two guns and seven men.  It also was evident to him that to the other party the girl would naturally gravitate since Divine, an old acquaintance, had cast his lot with it; nor had the growing intimacy between Miss Harding and Theriere been lost upon him.

Ward knew that Simms was an arrant coward, nor was he himself overly keen for an upstanding, man-to-man encounter such as must quickly follow any attempt upon his part to uphold the authority of Simms, or their claim upon the custody of the girl.

Intrigue and trickery were more to Mr. Ward’s liking, and so he was quick to alter his plan of campaign the instant that it became evident that Divine had elected to join forces with the opposing faction.