It was Steve's turn to laugh, which he did uproariously.
"Maybe you think it's funny, but you wouldn't if you were in my place. The next question is how are we going to get that beast from the iron range out of the pilot-house?"
"I'll tell you," said Bob, who had followed his companion up to the bridge. "We'll coax him out with a chunk of fresh meat."
"Will you hold the meat?" answered the master sharply.
"No, thank you," laughed Jarvis.
"Your idea isn't half bad. I believe I will get a piece of meat and try it," replied Rush reflectively.
"See here, young man. Not quite so fast. What do you propose to do with the beast when you get him out?"
"I—I—hadn't thought of that," stammered Rush.
"I suppose you'd let him dance about the decks and run us all overboard, eh? No, sir. He stays where he is. You keep watch of him while I go down stairs and get some clothing on. This summer costume is a little too airy for this kind of a night."