"I—I didn't know he could shoot like that!" sputtered Stanley to Jack.
"That's not so very good—for him," said Jack.
"Why, once—"
"Never mind," interrupted Midshipman Stanley, backing hurriedly away, "I'll take your word for it. But, remember, I am not through with either of you yet. My time will come, and when it does—"
He broke off abruptly, an evil sneer in his voice, and walked quickly away.
Now the sailors surrounded Frank and gave him three rousing
British cheers.
"You're all right, Frank!" they called, some of them slapping him familiarly on the back.
Frank waved them laughingly aside, and turned to Jack.
"Any orders from Captain Marcus?" he asked, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Lead the way to your excellency's quarters, and I'll tell you," replied Jack with a smile.