"If you come to 'it me, captain, she'll go over," he said with a malicious grin.
"So she will," said Ward, laying hold of the skipper to prevent his moving. But Spink was not to be baulked. He spoke to another of the men sitting near the mutineer.
"Jackson, you come here while I go over there and dress Billings down."
"Don't you go, Jackson, for if you do I'll dress you down to a proper tune arterwards," said the insubordinate Billings, as he grabbed hold of Jackson, who looked at the skipper appealingly.
"What am I to do, sir?" he asked.
"You're to obey orders," said Spink.
"Don't you forgit I'll plug you if you do," said Billings.
Poor Jackson was obviously in serious difficulties, for Billings was the boss and bully of the fo'c'sle. He could even lick any of the firemen, and there were some very tough gentry among that gang.
"If I don't come over to you, sir, what will you do?" Jackson asked the skipper nervously.
"I'll come over to you, if we're in the drink
