"Why, see here!" Sam was floundering about now as helplessly as if he had been thrown overboard with his hands tied.
"There ain't no seeing about it, comrade." The man was close to him now, his eyes boring into Sam's with a look in them as if he was taking aim.
"You say I've got to get into the upper berth?" asked Sam in a baffled tone.
"Yes."
Sam ruminated: "When?"
"When Kitty gets to bed."
"How'll I know?"
"I'll come for you."
"All right—you'll find me here."
Then Sam turned up the deck muttering to himself: "That's one on you, Sam-u-e-l—one under the chin-whisker. Got to—eh? Well, for the love of Mike!"