It was Captain Hannock's voice. I started in alarm, and found the skipper of the Spitfire close at my elbow.
CHAPTER XVII.
IN A TIGHT FIX.
Captain Hannock's face was deadly white, and I knew he had taken in at a glance what I was doing.
"Looking for my letter," I replied, as calmly as I could.
"Are you?" He glared at me. "You're too smart, young man. I'll have to take you down a peg."
As he spoke he advanced upon me. I saw that he had a large wooden belaying pin in his hand, and I retreated as far as possible.
But he was between me and the door, and took good care not to go round the cabin table, so I was soon forced to stop simply because I could back no further.
"Don't you dare to touch me!" I cried.