The ladies glared at one another, and Tommy sought the purser, who was in his cabin.
"Well, what do you want?" he asked.
"Say, sir, what am I to do with Miss Jones' dog? Mrs. Stocker says——"
"Oh! hang the dog!" replied the purser, impatiently. "I've heard all that before. I can't be bothered."
Tommy entered the saloon again with a piece of rope.
"What does he say?" asked Mrs. Stocker, eagerly.
"The dog's to be hanged, ma'am."
"What!" cried Miss Jones, "hang my Fido!"
"I always said the purser was a gentleman," remarked Mrs. Stocker, smiling triumphantly.
"I will appeal to the captain!" exclaimed Miss Jones. "Touch Fido, if you dare, till I return."