"Close the door!" sharply ordered Mr. Foger. though he and his son had been about to rush out.
"I won't do it!" cried Andy. "The ship is sinking and I'm not going to be drowned down here."
"So it was you—after all," went on Tom. "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business!" snapped Andy. "Get out of my way, I'm going on deck."
Tom realized that it was not the proper time to hold a conversation, with a possibly sinking ship under him. He looked at Mr. Foger, and many thoughts shot through his mind. Why were they on board? Had it anything to do with the city of gold? Had Andy overheard the talk? Or was Mr. Foger merely looking for a new venture whereby to retrieve his lost fortune.
Tom could not answer. The bully's father glared at our hero and then, slipping on a coat, he made a dash for the door.
"Get out of my way!" he shouted, and Tom stood aside.
Andy was already racing for the deck, and as the noise and confusion seemed to increase rather than diminish, Tom concluded that his wisest move would be to get out and see what all the excitement was about.
