Part 26 (1/2)
”I am.”
”It is our ball.”
”See here, Mr. Carey, we didn't mean to hit you, and we were only amusing ourselves catching,” said Tom. ”We have hired this yacht and we have a right to do as we please on board so long as we don't interfere with the running of the vessel. I want you to give us our ball back.”
And Tom stepped up and looked the mate squarely in the eyes.
”What! you dare to dictate to me!” roared the mate, and raised his hand as if to strike Tom. He thought the youth would retreat in fear, but Tom never budged.
”I am not trying to dictate, but I have rights as well as you. I want that ball.”
”You can't have it.”
”If you don't give it to me I shall report the matter to Captain Barforth.”
At this threat the mate glared at Tom as if he wanted to eat the boy up.
”If I give you the ball you'll be throwing it at me again,” he growled.
”I didn't throw it at you. But as for catching on the deck--I shall ask the captain if that is not allowable. I am quite sure it is, so long as we do no damage.”
”Going to sneak behind the captain for protection, eh?” sneered Asa Carey. He did not like the outlook, for that very morning he had had some words with the commander of the steam yacht and had gotten the worst of it.
”I want that ball.”
The mate glared at Tom for a moment and then threw the ball to him.
”All right, take your old ball,” he muttered. ”But you be mighty careful how you use it after this or you'll get into trouble,” and with this the mate walked away.
”Are you going to speak to the captain?” asked Sam, in a low tone.
Tom thought for a moment.
”Perhaps it will be better to let it go, Sam. I don't want to stir up any more rows than are necessary. But after this I am going to keep my eye on that fellow.”
But if the lads did not mention it to the captain they told their brother and their chums of it, and a long discussion followed.
”I noticed that the mate and the a.s.sistant engineer are quite thick,”
observed Fred. ”It seems they were friends before they came aboard.”
”And they are two of a kind,” remarked d.i.c.k. ”I feel free to say I do not like them at all.”
It was growing warmer, and for the next few days the girls and the boys were content to take it easy under the awnings which had been spread over a portion of the deck. Once the lads amused themselves by fis.h.i.+ng with a net and bait, but were not very successful. In the evening they usually sang or played games, and often Songbird would favor them with some of his poetry. For the most of the time Mrs. Stanhope and Mrs.
Laning did fancywork.
”Captain says there is a storm coming up,” announced Sam, one evening.
”Oh, dear! I hope it doesn't get very rough!” cried Mrs. Stanhope. ”I detest a heavy storm at sea.”
”Well, mamma, we'll have to expect some storms,” said Dora.