“You cheap renegade!” roared the captain.
“That will do, Mr. Bradish!”
The clerk obeyed the wave of his master's hand and retired quickly.
“Mr. Marston,” raved Mayo, “I'm fighting for all that's worth while to me in life. My reputation as a master mariner, my chance to make a living in my work. I was a fool on board your yacht! With all my soul I am penitent. I will-”
“Enough! Don't you dare to discuss my own daughter with me!”
“I don't intend to, sir. I'm going to believe that you don't know what your understrappers have done to me. You only see results. But find out what is being done in your name, Mr. Marston. Some day it will be bad for you if you don't stop 'em.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It's only my appeal for justice. My God, sir—”
“There's justice waiting for you.”
“Then send out for your marshals. Let them drag me into court! Your man Bradigh's mouth is closed now, but it has been open. I know what has been done to me. Let them put me on the stand. You don't dare to have me stand up in court and tell what I know.”