"Oh! Charley," exclaimed Tommy, "ain't you heavy. Get off me, or you'll have me smothered, sure."
The purser sprang out again and took one look at the bold intruder.
"You young cub!" he cried, "come out of that double-quick, or I'll skin you alive!"
"Ain't it Charley?"
"No, it's me. How dare you have the cheek to turn into my bunk? Clear out!"
Tommy made a snatch for his clothes, and got out.
"Beg pardon, sir, but where do I sleep?" he asked.
"Hang me if I know, and I'm blessed if I care," replied the purser. "Take your hook out of this, youngster."
Tommy attempted to run, but a well-directed kick from the purser sent him on his hands and knees, when the door was banged behind him.
"Bounced!" he heard a voice say close to him.