"I don't care if he is. He has no legal authority, and I don't propose to let him drive me."
"Just wait a minute, until I come back," said Phil, starting for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Roger.
"To my stateroom. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"What is he going to do?" questioned the supercargo, uneasily.
"I don't know," answered Captain Marshall, shortly. "But, if I were you, Mr. Van Blott, I should listen to him. In a certain sense, he represents his father on this vessel."
"He doesn't represent him with me!" muttered the supercargo. His anger had made him lose a good portion of his common sense.
There was a minute of silence, during which Jasper Van Blott strode up and down the narrow office. Then a step was heard outside, and Phil reappeared, carrying a large envelope in his hand.
"My father said I was not to use this unless it was necessary," he said, drawing a paper from the envelope.
At the appearance of a legal-looking document the supercargo started back.