“To-night, up the coast.”
“Oh, how I wish I was going!”
“Don’t I wish it too, lad. We’ve got one youngster on board, but he is no earthly good, except to get into mischief.”
“Tom Dalton?”
“Exactly; a shiftless, lazy piece of furniture. Here we are, my boy. I’ll go in first. Hear that; what did I tell you? The captain’s in one of his tantrums and no mistake.”
They had reached the door of the dilapidated structure where the shipping office was situated, and as the boatswain pushed it open an exciting scene was revealed to the vision of the two intruders.
Jack nimbly rounded a desk and got to the other side of the room unperceived by its occupants, while Will stood staring over the burden in his arms at [Captain Morris and his clerk and general business manager, Donald Parker].
The latter lay at full length on the floor amid a wreck of the office furniture.
Glowering down at him, his face alive with brutal rage, was Captain Morris. He seemed beside himself with passion, and his beard fairly bristled as he clenched his fists.
