"If we only knew how to run that launch we could leave them behind and sail out of here."
"Perhaps we'll have to do that—if the three keep on drinking."
Baxter and Flapp were on deck. They had had their breakfast, but had given nothing more to the girls.
"I'm going to tame 'em," grumbled Flapp, who had not forgotten how the door had been slammed in his face.
"That's right, we'll make 'em come to terms," added Baxter. "We'll have 'em on their knees to us before we get through."
Presently both walked to the window of the stateroom Dora and Nellie occupied.
"Well, how do you feel—pretty hungry?" questioned Baxter.
"Not so very hungry?" said Dora, as lightly as she could.
"Don't you want a nice hot breakfast?"
"I'd rather have some fruit."