That was all.
Much breath had been consumed thus far in conversation, and he had discovered nothing.
He was getting angry, and yet it came to him that disciplining himself was one of the first things taught at the Naval School.
If he could not command himself, he certainly could not expect to command men.
He saw that he had struck a rough old hulk, one that could be towed, but not rowed, and he decided to change his manner of attack by demanding to see the owner or captain of the vessel.
CHAPTER XVI.
UNDER CONVOY.
Just then out of the cabin came Mark Merrill, dressed as before, in a very natty sailor costume.
He had heard all that had passed, and suppressing a smile, politely saluted the midshipman, for he certainly wished no more trouble upon his début as one of Uncle Sam’s middies.
“There’s the capting now, Officer Buttons,” growled Skipper Jasper Crane to the midshipman, pointing toward Mark Merrill, as he stepped on deck.