“And I tell you that you are all wrong, Frank.”
“Well, one of us is, old chap, for certain.”
“You!” said Roberts emphatically. “No, I think not, old fellow. You see, too, that I have the skipper’s opinion on my side.”
“The skipper’s opinion isn’t worth a pinch of powder. He’s a crack-brained lunatic. Here, what do you mean by that?”
“Only to turn my hand into a tompion to stop your fiery, foolish words, old fellow,” replied Murray. “You’d look nice if any one carried your remarks to the captain.”
“I’m only doing my duty, sir, and am trying to save our ship from the attack of these savages who are bearing down upon us.”
“And setting your knowledge of navigation and the management of the Seafowl above that of the captain.”
“I tell you I have lost faith in the skipper.”
“Of the lieutenant—”
“He does not see our peril.”