“You’d better not.”
Dan clenched his fists, but started to move away. He dared trust himself no further, for his wrath was rising to the danger point, yet there was nothing in his calm manner to indicate that such was the case.
Kester stepped in front of him.
“See here, you landlubber, them high and mighty airs don’t go down with me, and you’ll find they don’t. You’ve got a few things to learn on shipboard——”
“I shall have to find some one else to teach me, if I have,” retorted Dan sharply.
By this time other eyes had been attracted to them.
“I reckon Bill is trying to pick a row with Davis,” said one.
“Let them go. It will do the boy good to get a trimming.”
Kester’s eyes narrowed.
“Oh, you will, eh?”