“You must go now. Here, I’ll run and tell him you want to speak to him.”
“No, sir; pray don’t.”
The door opened, and Captain Marsham came in quickly.
“Come on deck, Handscombe,” he said, as he stood at the door putting on a pea-jacket. “You had better have a coat, for there is a remarkable change. The wind has turned nearly due north, and I’m afraid we are going to have a heavy snow-blast. Quick! the change is worth seeing.”
He did not even glance at Steve, but turned away, and the doctor followed, to stop at the door.
“There, go and wash yourself, my lad. It has turned cold, but let’s get this over; we have no time for quarrelling here on board ship.”
He hurried out, and left Steve in the cabin alone with his bitter thoughts.