“Get into the boat and take an oar,” Captain Warfield ordered the latter.
Tai-Hotauri came over jauntily, while Narii Herring and his three Kanakas paused and looked on from forty feet away.
“I work no more for you, skipper,” Tai-Hotauri said insolently and loudly. But his face belied his words, for he was guilty of a prodigious wink. “Fire me, skipper,” he huskily whispered, with a second significant wink.
Captain Warfield took the cue and proceeded to do some acting himself. He raised his fist and his voice.
“Get into that boat,” he thundered, “or I'll knock seven bells out of you!”
The Kanaka drew back truculently, and Grief stepped between to placate his captain.
“I go to work on the Nuhiva,” Tai-Hotauri said, rejoining the other group.
“Come back here!” the captain threatened.
“He's a free man, skipper,” Narii Herring spoke up. “He's sailed with me in the past, and he's sailing again, that's all.”
“Come on, we must get on board,” Grief urged. “Look how dark it's getting.”