"Eet ees for you to obey," snapped Trego excitedly. "You will please to see from my papers that I am the commander of all. Read eet again eef you do not know!" And he shook his malacca cane in the air.
"Get that cargo aboard and stow as this gentleman—Mr.—what is it, Trego?—as Mr. Trego says. Move navy-style! Keep clear of the side there, you! Can't you see we've got cargo coming over there!"
"My dear sirs, I beg your pardon," said a familiar voice, and I stepped to the rail and looked over to see the Rev. Luther Meeker standing at the edge of the embankment, within a few feet of where Trego, Riggs, and Harris stood.
"Get out the way!" bawled Riggs to him.
"No offence, I hope," said the missionary, "but is this the steamer Kut Sang?"
"It is," said Riggs, and turned his attention to Harris and Trego, who were giving orders to the Chinese at the winch.
"Then all is well," said Meeker, and he turned away toward the gangplank, where the two men were standing with his organ between them, awaiting his orders.
"Go right on board with it, my good men," he said to them. "This is my ship, sure enough," and he preceded them up the gang.
Captain Riggs came up the ladder from the foredeck in time to see the men bringing the organ aboard, although Meeker was out of his sight by the time the captain reached a position where he had a view of the gang.
"Here. Where are you chaps going?" he shouted to the porters.