“Good afternoon,” said Jack. “You forgot to pay for those provisions.”
The seated man looked up with a start, first at Jack, then at the assistant, who now sat astride the rail, ready either to advance or retreat. The clink of the windlass ceased and the other five men came aft grinning.
“What are you doing aboard this ship?” demanded the seated sailor in halting and very poor English.
“I’ve come to collect my dues,” replied Jack. “I’m the owner of these provisions.”
“You are mistaken,” said the sailor. “I am the owner.”
“Then you have got to pay me.”
“Look here,” remarked the sailor, rising. “You get overboard quick!”
“I want my pay,” declared Jack.
“Pitch him overboard,” spoke up another sailor.
The first sailor, evidently the commander, advanced.