"Didn't we settle that?" demanded Jarrow, with considerable surprise.
"Not to my tastes," said the mate.
"What's the trouble?"
"I thought I'd take my gear out, if it's all the same to you, sir."
"Out where?"
"Out of that room, sir."
"Where'd ye want to bunk?"
"I thought I'd bunk for'ard. Bevins is with the men——"
"Well, you're the mate," said Jarrow. "Ye don't want to be with the crew, do ye?"
"I thought mebbe if I moved for'ard I wouldn't be in the way."