“But what did you come for?”
“Wanted to,” he said coolly. “If I had said so, they wouldn’t—you wouldn’t have let me come.”
“But why did you come, Jack?” I said.
“’Cause I wanted,” he replied surlily. “Who are you that you’re to have all the fun and me get none!”
“Fun!” I said.
“Yes, fun. Ain’t you goin’ to find your father?”
“Of course I am; but what’s that got to do with fun?”
“Never you mind; I’ve come, and that’s all about it,” he said slowly; and thrusting his hands back into his trousers’ pockets as fast as the wet clinging stuff would let him, he began to whistle.
“But it arn’t all about it,” cried the captain; “and so you’ll find. You arn’t paid no passage, and I arn’t going to have no liberties took with my ship. Here, where’s that Malay chap?”
“I told you where he was, didn’t I?” snarled Jack Penny. “Are you deaf? In the cabin, locked in.”