CHAPTER XXXI

Von Hoppner's Boast "It's that spy bloke, sir," reported one of the petty officers. "Cassidy and Jones are tackling him all right." By the time Fordyce arrived upon the scene the worst of the tumult had passed. Mindiggle, foaming at the mouth, was lying on his back, with Cassidy planted firmly on his chest, and the other A.B. pinning his arms to the floor. Other would-be quellers of the disturbance were awaiting an opportunity to secure the spy's legs. He was kicking right and left, almost capsizing the bulky fo…