The doctor was now summoned down below to look after some sick men, the mate, who called him, said; but, as Jerry whispered, he suspected they were sick from having swallowed more bullets than they liked.  We two, in the meantime, sat ourselves down on a gun, with Surley at our feet. He put his nose between us, and looked anxiously up into our faces, as if to learn what it all meant.  We were there allowed to remain unmolested, while the pirates went past us attending to the duty of the ship.  On seeing the guns, we wondered that the schooner had not fired at us; but we concluded that they had coveted the _Dove_ for their own objects, and had not wished to injure her.  It was evidently from no compassion to us that they had not knocked her to pieces.  No one interrupting us, Jerry and I began quietly to talk to each other.