“Why, you insolent young cub,” cried Terry, seizing Sydney by the collar of his coat; but quick as thought his hand was struck aside, and the two lads were chest to chest, glaring in each other’s eyes.
“Oh, that’s it, is it?” cried Terry, with a mocking laugh. “Well, the sooner he has his plateful of humble-pie the better; eh, lads?”
The murmur of excitement increased.
“Then I shall have to fight,” thought Syd; but at that moment a gruff voice exclaimed—
“Cap’en wants you, Master Syd. Admiral’s going ashore.”
Chapter Sixteen.
“Why, what was up, sir?” whispered Barney, whose timely appearance put an end to the discussion. “Wasn’t going to be a fight, weer it?”
“I suppose so, Barney,” said Syd, rather dolefully.