“Why didn’t the captain let us know I’d made a mistake when he heard my complaint?” asked Guy.
“I don’t know. Who did you complain to?”
“The second mate.”
“He told the captain, I suppose. You’ll hear from headquarters all right. Have you said anything to anybody but the second mate?”
“Only the gentleman here, Mr. Gunseyt.”
“I hope, sir, you don’t attach any credence to this boy’s mistake,” said Watson, turning to the first visitor.
“I don’t attach any credence to any mistake,” replied the other smartly. “This is no affair of mine, anyway, and I usually keep my mouth shut about other people’s business. Don’t let me give you any uneasiness.”
“You misunderstood me, sir,” replied Watson haughtily. “I’m not in the least uneasy, rest assured of that.”
“I’ll see the captain in the morning and if he tells me I’ve made a mistake, I’ll come and apologize to you,” Guy volunteered. “That’s fair, isn’t it?”
“Quite fair. With that understanding, I’ll bid you goodnight.”