"Yes, she isn"t worth much. She pitches and tosses in a gale awful. It"s the oldest ship the firm"s got."
"Is it insured?"
"Yes. I know the insurance is very heavy, and it wouldn"t be a bad job for the owners if she went down," replied the cook.
"Bad job for us, though," remarked Mont. "I don"t want to be drowned."
"Have you had any breakfast?" asked the cook good-naturedly.
"Not a bit."
"I don"t expect the regular hands will give you a chance of getting much. There"s Sam Holly and Jerry Dabble. One"s a bully and the other"s a sneak."
"I haven"t seen them yet."
"Fight shy of both of them. They"re no good. They"ll make you and your chums do all the work, now you"ve come on board."
"I"ll bet a dollar they won"t get a stroke of work out of me," returned Mont decidedly.
"You will?"
"Yes."
"Well, you"re a plucky lad," exclaimed the cook admiringly, "and from your size and looks I should think you could box."
"Just a little bit," answered Mont smilingly.
"The captain favors Jerry Dabble, and listens to all he says. He"s a regular sneak. You look out for him."
"I will."
"Will you have a bit of breakfast along with me? I can give you a nice bit I"ve cut off the skipper"s ham and a couple of eggs."
"I"m with you," said Mont readily, "and I"ll return your kindness on the first opportunity."
In a moment our hero was supplied with a good breakfast, which was washed down with a cup of coffee.
The sea was rather high, although the wind had gone down.
It was not difficult to perceive, when Mont came to examine her, that the ship was a very old one and had seen her best days.
Mont thought a trip to the Bermudas would be very nice, but at the same time he did not mean to be the captain"s slave, or the first mate"s either.
He had not shipped with them, and they could not legally make him work, though he did not mind lending a hand if he was asked in a friendly manner.
His mother would pay for his pa.s.sage if she was asked.
The officers evidently took him, Carl, and Stump to be three sons of fishermen, and had made up their minds to treat them accordingly.
When he left the galley, Mont went to where the regular hands slept and messed, and where he and his companions had slept.
There was a great outcry as he came in.
"Leave off, I say," Carl was exclaiming; "I won"t have it. Two of you onto me at once isn"t fair."
In a moment Mont was there. He found the two young men, Sam Holly and Jerry Dabble, standing over his chum with two ropes" ends, with which they were hitting him.
"What are you licking him for?" asked Mont, his eyes flashing.
"Because he won"t get the breakfast," said Holly.
"He"s not your servant--why should he?"
"He"ll have to do it, or you will," said Sam the bully, setting his arms akimbo and staring impudently at Mont.
"My good fellow," said the latter, "don"t you make any error. Neither my friend nor myself means to do anything on board this ship unless we"re asked civilly."
Jerry Dabble laughed. "You"re a fool to talk that way!" he roared.
Mont immediately gave him a cuff on the ears which sent him rolling over a bunk.
CHAPTER VII.
A LIVELY ENCOUNTER.
The two sailors were astonished beyond measure at Mont"s quick action.
"Good for you, Mont!" cried Carl Barnaby, while Stump grinned with intense delight.
"I"ll go and tell the captain," growled Jerry, as he got up slowly.
Sam Holly, who was a thick-set, heavy-looking fellow, turned to Mont. "I have had enough of this nonsense. Do you mean to do your work or not?"
"Certainly not; do it yourself."
"Do you want a good hiding?"
"You can"t give it to me."
"I can try, can"t I?" said Holly.
"So can any other fool; but it doesn"t follow he will do it."
"Look here, I"ve been two voyages before this. You"re a green hand compared to me, and I"m boss here. We are short-handed. Do the work, and I"ll make things easy for you; if not, it will be worse for you."