“Aboard the tug!” was the answering hail.
“I want to talk to the captain.”
“I’m the captain. What do you want?”
“I want you to lay-to and let me come on board.”
“What for?”
“Business.”
“I’m in a hurry,” snapped the captain of the Mary Delaway, and the Rovers saw that he was a hard looking individual.
“You can suit yourself, Captain. But if you don’t let me come on board I’ll have you placed under arrest as soon as you reach your dock,” said Dick, in the sternest voice he could command.
“Arrest!” roared the master of the schooner. “Don’t you talk like that to me, you young whipper-snapper.”
“I will talk like that to you—and I’ll do just what I said.”