"He's in his bunk."
"Then we'll go there. Come, Nat."
The rascally mate started when he saw the boy, and his face, that was flushed with a slight fever, grew pale.
"Well, you've caught me, I see," he fairly snarled. "But luck is against me."
"Yes, we've caught you in more ways than one," said the pilot.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that you gave the wrong signals last night, either intentionally or through ignorance, and that you caused this collision."
"Who says so?"
"Half a dozen witnesses. Members of your own crew, for that matter."
"My own crew?"