"Me see nothing," he declared sullenly.
Sam surveyed him half suspiciously.
"You're a thick-head, that's what you are. Here I am in a fix, and you won't even try to help me out. You just wait until you get in trouble, and see how quickly I will come to your rescue—not! I'll lose my memory entirely so far as what you want me to remember is concerned. Go on; I don't want anything more to do with you," added the red-haired boy, giving the other a shove.
"What's the trouble, Sam?" demanded Dan Davis, who was passing along the deck at that moment.
Sam explained briefly.
"You are sure you put the tompion in the gun?"
"Sure? Of course I'm sure. I couldn't possibly be mistaken about a thing like that, could I?"
"I should think not."
"Of course I couldn't."
"Then it must have fallen out and gone overboard. Evidently you did not put it in tightly. I can't see but that you were negligent, so take your medicine like a man, Sam. In other words, grin and bear it," advised Dan.