No wonder that the poor illiterate powder-monkey was unable to see the difference in the degree of guilt.
"I will see what can be done, Bob, but I am afraid you are in a bad fix."
"See Dolly—I ask pardon, Mrs. Madison—and she will see to me."
"What can we do?" asked Tempest.
"I don't see my way clear. If I were on the deck of my own vessel I could adjudicate, but the laws on land are so confoundedly strange," answered Vernon.
"But no murder was intended——"
"No, but what right had Bob in the place at all?"
"A boyish trick."
"Granted, but he had no right to use force. What does he mean by referring to Mrs. Madison?"
Tempest told him of the scene at the banquet, and though the captain of the Lively Bee was feeling far from cheerful, he was compelled to laugh at the comical adventures of the powder-monkey at the White House.