“Is in command.”
CHAPTER XIII.
ON THE OCEAN.
Will Bertram uttered a cry of surprise and dismay at Jack Marcy’s startling declaration, while Tom grew pale and frightened.
“Come out of that place, both of you,” said the boatswain. “You might hide away for a day or two, but not for two months. Here, lads, I’ll find a place where we can talk without being interrupted.”
He crossed the forecastle, and, taking a key from his pocket, unlocked a door, which, opened, revealed a small apartment with a little window looking out on the deck.
Jack relocked the door, and, pointing to some casks, told the boys to be seated.
“We’re safe in the spirit room here,” he said. “Now, then, lads, out with your story, and let’s hear the worst of it.”
Tom Dalton was too engrossed in his misery, as he imagined the blows in store for him when he met Captain Morris, to say a word.
Will briefly related what had occurred since the episode of Tom’s flight from the Moose.