“No, we shouldn’t. We’d make his boat do.”
“But it’s such a shabby one. We mustn’t sell the boat, Bob.”
“Look here! I’m captain, and I shall do as I like.”
“Then I shall tell the man the boat isn’t ours.”
“If you do I’ll knock your eye out. See if I don’t,” cried Bob fiercely.
Dexter felt hot, and his fists clenched involuntarily, but he sat very still.
“If I like to sell the boat I shall. We want the money, and the other boat will do.”
“I say it won’t,” said Dexter sharply.
“Why, hullo!” cried Bob, laughing. “Here’s cheek.”
“I don’t care, it would be stealing Sir James’s boat, and I say it shan’t be done.”