“The can you had full of pitch. We found it, and all can testify it was under your berth. Maybe the professor won’t be angry at your duplicity in that affair, Glummy. The best thing you can do is to drop the matter and call it square.”
At these words Hockley’s face grew dark and full of resentment.
“I’ll never drop it, never!” he exclaimed, vehemently. “You are all against me! But I shan’t stand it. Just wait until we are on shore and I’ll show you what I can do!”
And with this he turned off on his heel and left them.
CHAPTER XIX
A TALK ABOUT PORTO RICO
“He’s down on us now, if he never was before,” was Sam’s comment, after Hockley had disappeared.
“But he won’t go to Professor Strong with his tale of woe,” put in Mark. “When Darry spoke of the can of pitch he was scared and showed it.”
“He knew it was mean to put off that joke on me,” said Darry. And then he added: “I don’t think my joke was such a brilliant affair, but I reckon it squared accounts.”
He had to go into the details of what he had done, and the boys had another laugh, for boys are but boys, and it had been fun to see the bully dancing around in such alarm.
By morning the storm was over and the sun came out so fiercely that all were glad enough to remain in the shade of the awning spread over the forward deck, where a little breeze was blowing.