"All right; if you will get me out of this uniform, so I shall not be recognized, I'll——"
"You'll come with me," finished a voice behind Kuhn, as a hand was laid lightly on his shoulder.
The sailor leaped to his feet, his face flushing. An angry light flashed to his eyes as he recognized the features of Gunner's Mate Davis confronting him.
Dan had heard enough. He understood. He did not blame the young, inexperienced sailor so much, but he felt rising within him a righteous indignation toward the Englishman who was seeking to induce the young fellow to desert the Flag under which he was serving.
"Come, Kuhn; it is time you were getting back to the ship," said Dan in a quiet tone.
"I—I am not going."
"Not going?"
"No. I——"
"Never mind, Mr. Sailorman. The boy and me is friends. You just let him alone. I'll see that he gets back to the ship afore you get there yourself."
Dan turned upon the Englishman.