Having arrived with their prisoners at the place assigned for their
confinement, the pirates conversed amongst themselves, as follows:

'I say, Poplin,' exclaimed one who seemed to be a kind of petty officer,
'what do you suppose our captain intends to do with these two bear cubs
that we have here?'

'I cannot say, Mr. Pepper,' replied the person to whom that worthy had
spoken, 'what he will do with that red-headed son of a mushroom, that
lays rolled up there yonder, like a bundle of half dead lobsters, but as
for the other one, he, you know, killed Pedro, and I heard the captain
say that he would be hanged.'

'Then of course he will be, so that settles that affair,' replied Mr.
Pepper, very coolly. 'But what do you suppose, Poplin, he is going to do
with that fine lady, that he's got up overhead there?'

'Which one do you mean? He's got two of them,' said Poplin.

'Ah, yes, so he has, I recollect now. I mean both,' said Pepper.

'I cannot tell only about the youngest one,' replied Poplin, 'whom the
captain is going to take on board the brig.'

'What, has the pretty little craft arrived?' asked Pepper.

'She has,' rejoined the other.

'Then its all over with the Indiaman.'