"Dibble knows too much!" he cried. "I wish we had left him behind."
"He's a good sailor," put in Lowell. "Maybe the storm is a bad one."
"Don't croak, Lowell; I know my business."
By this time the glasses were empty, and the three men filled them up again.
I was considerably alarmed by what Tony Dibble had said. I was sure he would not have spoken had there not been good cause. If I had not been so interested in what was going on in the cabin I would have gone on deck at once.
Yet what followed enchained my attention so deeply that I was glad I remained.
"Say, Lowell, did you read the letter you took from the lad?" asked the captain, after he had drained his glass.
"I glanced over it," was the reply. "I didn't have time to read it through."
"Well, there's a surprise in it."
"What is it?" asked Lowell; and eagerly I bent forward to catch what might follow.