"I won't go!" howled Billy Darnley desperately. "I'm booked for this trip to sea."
"Well, a sea trip might do you some good, Billy, but you are not going to take it just yet What did you do with the stuff you stole from the stand?"
"Didn't steal anything from the stand."
"Yes, you did—you and Len Snocks. Van Pelt and I know all about it. You got to give up the goods, do you hear?"
"I aint got nuthin," growled Darnley.
He tried to break away again, and a hand-to-hand tussle ensued. Presently both boys went down and rolled over. As they did this Nelson's head struck an iron projection, and he was partly stunned. Before he could recover the bully was on his feet once more.
"Take that!" roared Darnley, and gave Nelson a cruel kick in the side. A kick in the head followed, and with a groan our hero was stretched out insensible.
By this time Captain Grabon was coming below to see what was going on. He met Darnley in the cabin.
"Hold on!" he cried. "Where are you going?"