"Nobody's said anything 'bout ye bein' in the way," said Jarrow, with rising temper.
"I'd be a heap more comfortable, sir," insisted Peth.
"I won't be at all disturbed," said Trask, getting out of his deck chair so that he could see Peth.
"I reckon I'd rather be for'ard," repeated the mate, doggedly.
Captain Dinshaw came up through the companion, and started toward Peth, glaring at the mate.
"What's this? What's this?" cried Dinshaw.
"Better keep quiet, sir, and let me handle it," said Jarrow in a low tone. Then to Peth: "If ye think ye'll be more comfortable for'ard, Peth, why, that's your lookout. We'll let it stand that way till we talk it over and——"
"Bad for discipline to have the mate for'ard with the crew," shouted Dinshaw. "Ye'll stay with the afterguard, Mr. Peth. I'm master here. That's all."
"Who is skipper, anyhow?" demanded Peth.
"I'm skipper," said Jarrow. "No use of gittin' excited up this way. Captain Dinshaw, ye'll please me if ye go below. Now we'll go for'ard and talk this over, Mr. Peth. I won't have no disputin' aboard me." He hurried after Peth, and they went forward of the foremast, talking in low tones.