But he did not say this where Captain Latham could hear. It was Horry Newbegin who heard him.
"It strikes me, young feller, that if I quarreled with my victuals and drink the way you do, I'd get me another berth and get shet of all this." And the old salt wagged his head. "I don't get you at all, 'Rion."
"You wait," growled the younger man. "I'll leave at the right time. And if things go as I expect, everybody else will leave him flat, too."
"You're taking a chance talking that way," admonished the old man. "It's just as much mutiny as though you turned and hit the skipper or the mate."
"It is, is it? I'll show him!"
"Show who?" asked Horry, in some wonder at the other's spitefulness.
"That dratted cousin of mine. Thinks he owns the earth and sea, as well as this hoodooed tub of a schooner. Gets the best of everything. But he won't always. He never ought to have got the money to buy this old tub."
"You said you wouldn't have her for a gift," chuckled the old man.
"But that don't make it any the more right that he should have her. And she is hoodooed. You know she is, Horry."
The old mariner was silent. 'Rion craftily went on: