"I wanted to speak private," said Peth, grumblingly.
"Well, sing out," said Jarrow.
"Thought I"d speak to ye about where I"d bunk, sir," said Peth.
"Didn"t we settle that?" demanded Jarrow, with considerable surprise.
"Not to my tastes," said the mate.
"What"s the trouble?"
"I thought I"d take my gear out, if it"s all the same to you, sir."
"Out where?"
"Out of that room, sir."
"Where"d ye want to bunk?"
"I thought I"d bunk for"ard. Bevins is with the men----"
"Well, you"re the mate," said Jarrow. "Ye don"t want to be with the crew, do ye?"
"I thought mebbe if I moved for"ard I wouldn"t be in the way."
"n.o.body"s said anything "bout ye bein" in the way," said Jarrow, with rising temper.
"I"d be a heap more comfortable, sir," insisted Peth.
"I won"t be at all disturbed," said Trask, getting out of his deck chair so that he could see Peth.
"I reckon I"d rather be for"ard," repeated the mate, doggedly.
Captain Dinshaw came up through the companion, and started toward Peth, glaring at the mate.
"What"s this? What"s this?" cried Dinshaw.
"Better keep quiet, sir, and let me handle it," said Jarrow in a low tone. Then to Peth: "If ye think ye"ll be more comfortable for"ard, Peth, why, that"s your lookout. We"ll let it stand that way till we talk it over and----"
"Bad for discipline to have the mate for"ard with the crew,"
shouted Dinshaw. "Ye"ll stay with the afterguard, Mr. Peth. I"m master here. That"s all."
"Who is skipper, anyhow?" demanded Peth.
"I"m skipper," said Jarrow. "No use of gittin" excited up this way. Captain Dinshaw, ye"ll please me if ye go below. Now we"ll go for"ard and talk this over, Mr. Peth. I won"t have no disputin"
aboard me." He hurried after Peth, and they went forward of the foremast, talking in low tones.
"Captain Dinshaw!" said Locke, as the old man started to descend the stairs to the cabin.
"Dad!" warned Marjorie. "Don"t hurt his feelings."
"Yes, sir," said Dinshaw.
"Don"t you want to go to your island?" asked Locke, gently.
"Yes, sir."
"Then we can"t have this sort of thing, or I"ll turn back to Manila. Captain Jarrow is in command."
"I know now, sir," said Dinshaw, rubbing his forehead with his hand, as if to brush away something which affected his vision.
"It"s all clear in my head, sir--I git kind o" dreamy, sir."
"All right," said Locke. "You"d better go down and keep out of the sun. It"s all right this time, but you know we must not have a division of authority. Captain Jarrow is master."
"Very good, sir." And Dinshaw, somewhat crestfallen, went below.
"I merely wanted to take a hand in things," said Locke. "Better for me to chip the old man and keep him quiet than for Jarrow to give him fits."
"And I"m as well satisfied that Mr. Peth is going to live in the forecastle, if that"s a measure of his temper," said Trask, who was more annoyed by the mate"s request than he allowed the Lockes to see.
"I didn"t like his looks from the first," said Marjorie.
"Oh, things"ll get shaken down," said Locke. "But I"ll give Jarrow to understand that we don"t want to hear any more quarrels."
Trask and Marjorie left their chairs on the lee side of the p.o.o.p, and leaned against the rail, the better to see what was taking place forward, where they could hear Jarrow and Peth in quiet argument. From their gestures it was plain that in spite of Jarrow"s pleas Peth was still obdurate.
Pennock, the man at the wheel, gave no sign that he had heard any of the conversation aft, but stared over the top of the cabin trunk, glancing aloft now and then at the sails, and watching the compa.s.s. The crew were busy wetting down the decks, having swept them after clearing a litter of rope and boxes.
Soon Captain Jarrow came back, looking red and fl.u.s.tered, his cigar out and badly chewed. He made an attempt to light it, but gave up the attempt and threw it over the side.
"I"m sorry to see this happen, Mr. Locke," said Jarrow finally, as if he felt that he must say something to restore a pleasant status.
"You know I"ve half a mind to put back to Manila and throw him ash.o.r.e," said Locke, severely. "We"re here for pleasure, Captain Jarrow, and we can"t have any such scenes. My daughter"s worried."
"Oh, Mr Peth"s all right," said Jarrow. "His bark"s worse"n his bite. He feels a little awkward with you folks aboard, that"s all.
It was the old man sc.r.a.ped him."
"I"ve already chipped the old man about it," said Locke. "I wish you"d let the matter drop. What did Mr. Peth decide to do?"
"He"s set on bunkin" with the men," said Jarrow.
"All right, then, he can mess with the men," said Locke. "We won"t have him aft at all."
"All right," said Jarrow, and fell to pacing the weather side of the p.o.o.p, his hands clasped behind his back.
In a few minutes Peth came clumping down the waist and, calling two of the crew, went into the main cabin. There was a banging of doors, heard above the clatter of Shanghai Tom"s chopping tray, and then Peth went forward, carrying clothes under both arms, followed by two men with his sea-chest.
The schooner was bowling along now at a good rate, marching away from the land steadily, and making little leeway. Trask went below, ostensibly to have his bag unpacked, but really to have a talk with Doc Bird. Also, he had an automatic pistol which he thought he would get out and clean. He suspected that it would do no harm to have it known that there were weapons among the "pa.s.sengers."