"Fine and suspicious," retorted Ted, with a grimace.
"He has to be, on a strange cruise like this. But you'll find Captain Tom Halstead as good as fine gold, Ted. Halstead is my chum."
"If he's your chum," vouchsafed Dyer, heartily, "then I'll take my oath he's all right."
"Come up on deck," nodded Joe, moving toward the companion way.
CHAPTER XX THE FIND IN THE FOREHOLD
Ted Dyer's place was quickly determined upon.
Bickson, the chief quartermaster, who attended to the general "policing" of the yacht—that is, the cleaning up and the sanitary care of the boat, had one seaman assigned to help him. Ted was added as an extra hand in this line, being placed at once under the orders of the quartermaster who was acting in Bickson's place while the latter was out in the launch.
"It looks, now, as though Dyer is all right, from the ground up, quartermaster," Captain Tom said, in a low voice. "At the same time, of course, you'll keep a general eye on the youngster?"
"I certainly will, Captain."