text:  Suddenly he sees the opening for a _coup-de-main_; through his speaking-trumpet he shouts--"_Where are my boarders?_" And instantly rise upon the deck with the gaiety of boyhood in white shirt sleeves bound with black ribands fifty men the _elite_ of the crew; and behold! at the very head of them cutlass in hand is our friend the tyer of canisters to the tails of ladies' cats--a thing which _greatly_ I disapprove and also the robber of orchards--a thing which _slightly_ I disapprove