"Put me into a coal locker!" foamed the boatswain.
"Yes, my man. And let me add that I think a coal locker plenty good enough for a man who tries to burn a boy up."
"I won't go!"
"Oh, yes, you will."
"I won't!"
Mr. Henshaw suddenly caught him by the arm. I could see that the clasp was as that of steel.
"See here, I want no more nonsense," he said sternly. "You will do just as I say. Come along."
He marched Lowell off. The rest of us stood guard over Captain Hannock and Crocker.
"You will catch it for this!" said Captain Hannock to Phil.
"Maybe I will," returned the cabin boy. "After this I'm going to look out for myself."
"I'll skin you when I get a chance!"
"But you sha'n't get the chance," I put in; "that is, not if I can help it."
"You! why, do you know who you are?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are Felix Stillwell's nephew."
"And what of that?" I asked, wishing to draw him on.
