“Better go below, Cassidy,” said Bob calmly.
For answer, the mate jerked a revolver from a belt at his waist and lifted the muzzle to his breast.
In a twinkling, Bob had hurled himself across the slippery deck and knocked the weapon out of Cassidy’s hand.
“You’re less of a man than I thought you, Cassidy,” cried Bob contemptuously, “to think of such a thing as that!”
CHAPTER XV.
ON THE WAY.
“What have I got left to live for?” growled Cassidy, looking up into Bob’s face. “I turned against the best friend I ever had just because he had sense enough to put a better head than mine in charge of the Grampus.”
“You took to drinking,” said Bob. “That, I think, was at the bottom of what you did. But I don’t harbor any grudge, and I don’t believe Captain Nemo, junior, will, either.”
“He’ll never overlook this,” muttered Cassidy, shaking his head. “An’ it was him that pulled me out of the gutter, up there in Philadelphia, set me on my feet, and done everything possible to make a man o’ me. I ain’t fit to live!”
“When a man’s not fit to live,” said Bob, tempted to be out of patience, “he certainly is not fit to die. Look this thing square in the face, Cassidy, and live it down.”