Having obtained Lord Hastings' permission, Frank and Jack decided to turn in. They made their way to the quarters they had chosen, and what was their surprise to find that Davis had appropriated it for his own convenience.
"I say," said Jack to Davis, who was sitting there in a comfortable chair, "you'll have to come out of here, you know."
"Will I?" said Davis. "What for?"
"Chiefly because we say so," replied Frank angrily. "This is our cabin."
"Yours?" repeated Davis, a rising inflection in his voice. "And who gave it to you, if you please?"
"We selected it," replied Frank, growing angrier at Davis' words.
"Well, I can't see that that makes it yours," returned Davis. "However, we won't argue about that. I'll just stay here and you go some place else."
"Not much you don't," declared Frank. "Either you'll skip out of here right now, or I shall have to throw you out."
"I don't believe you will do a whole lot of throwing," smiled Davis. "Anyhow, I'll take a chance by staying."
He settled himself more comfortably in his chair and picked up a book.