"It is a
wonder they did not throw you overboard."
"They had better not try it."
"But what about the pilot--what happened to him?"
"May--maybe they have put him out, too."
"You have a way of getting into trouble, Teddy. Mr. Cummings
will love you for what you have done to him, I can well imagine."
"About as much as I love him, I guess. He got too bold, Phil.
He had to have a lesson and Teddy Tucker was the boy who had to
teach it to him. Say, go in and gather me a sandwich out of the
wreck, will you?"
"Not I. Go and get your own sandwich. I'm going to see
Mr. Sparling in his cabin. He has sent for me."
Teddy sat out on deck while the others were picking up the table,
the dishes and the ruined food. It would not do for Mr. Sparling
to come in and see how they had wasted the food he had had
prepared for them. The probabilities were that they would get no
more, were he to do so. Teddy watched the proceedings narrowly
from the safe vantage point of the deck.
In the meantime Phil had gone to Mr. Sparling's cabin, where the
showman was checking up the day's receipts.
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