So thought Captain Portveldt, who now hailed the Policy in not quite so boastful a voice as when the vessels met earlier in the day.
"Captain Voster, I haf hauled down mein flag. Mein grew will vight no more, and I must surrender."
A cheer broke from the whaler's crew.
"Very well, Captain Portveldt," called out Foster; "lower a boat, and come on board with half your crew. But don't try on any boarding tricks, or you will be the worse for it."
The meeting between the two skippers, notwithstanding the cause, was good-humoured enough, for Portveldt, apart from his boastfulness, was not a bad fellow.
"Veil, Captain Voster," he said as he stepped on board the Policy's deck, followed by his big boatswain (who was wounded in the face by a splinter) and half his crew, "you haf broved der besd
