“Mr. Landover is one of the owners of this steamship line, Percival.”
“So I understand, sir.”
“He notified me this morning that he will see that I am dismissed from the service if I continue to support this silly, suicidal plan to build a camp on shore.”
“Yes, sir. And you?”
“I promptly tendered my resignation as master of this vessel,” answered the Captain.
“You did?” cried Percival, dismayed.
“To take effect when I have tied her safely up to her pier in New York,” said the old man, striking the rail with his fist.
“Great!” cried Percival.
“He has just come to me with the complaint that you have threatened to throw him overboard. Is that true, Percival?”
“Yes, sir,—in a way. I mentioned an alternative.”