"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."

"Nobody'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