He had shipped as
supercargo and clerk, he had! This treatment was an imposition.
"You know what you can do about it, 'Rion, if you like," the skipper
said to him calmly, but aside. "I wouldn't want to feel that I was
holding you to a job that you did not like. You can leave the
_Seamew_ any time you want."
"Huh! The rats will be doing that soon enough," growled 'Rion.
But he did not say this where Captain Latham could hear. It was
Horry Newbegin who heard him.
"It strikes me, young feller, that if I quarreled with my victuals
and drink the way you do, I'd get me another berth and get shet of
all this." And the old salt wagged his head. "I don't get you at
all, 'Rion."
"You wait," growled the younger man. "I'll leave at the right time.
And if things go as I expect, everybody else will leave him flat,
too."
"You're taking a chance talking that way," admonished the old man.
"It's just as much mutiny as though you turned and hit the skipper
or the mate."
"It is, is it? I'll show him!"
"Show who?" asked Horry, in some wonder at the other's spitefulness.
"That dratted cousin of mine. Thinks he owns the earth and sea, as
well as this hoodooed tub of a schooner. Gets the best of
everything.
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