Teddy had prudently kept away from the main cabin for the rest
of the evening; when Phil turned in, Teddy was sleeping sweetly.
His active part in the affair in the cabin had not caused him
any loss of sleep.
With the pilot, Cummings, however, matters had been different.
Mr. Cummings had been steadily at the wheel of the "Marie" since
the boats had sailed shortly after one o'clock in the morning.
The pilot's temper had suffered as the result of his experience
in the cabin, and the jeers aud laughter of the circus people had
not added to his peace of mind. At intervals he would break out
into a tirade of invective and threats against Teddy Tucker, who
had so humiliated him.
"I'll get even with that little monkey-face! They ought to put
him in the monkey cage where he belongs," growled the pilot,
giving the wheel a three-quarter turn to keep the boat from
driving her prow into the bank, for which he had been steering
to avoid a hidden sand bar.
"I'll tell the manager tomorrow, that if he doesn't keep that
boy away from me, I'll take the matter into my own hands and
give that kid a trouncing that will last him till we get to
New Orleans.
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