"You carried yourself off. I told you we were about to sail. You had no business to come on board."
"I want to go ashore."
To this the captain made no answer.
"Where is Darnley?" went on our hero, and began to look around. Soon he espied the bully helping some sailors trim one of the sheets.
"Here, you stay where you are," cried Captain Grabon, as Nelson started forward, and he caught our hero by the arm. "We are on the sea now, and I am master here, and I don't propose to allow you to interfere with any of my men."
"I told you I want to go ashore," insisted Nelson.
"Well, I'm not going to stop my vessel for every monkey like you who gets himself in a pickle. You can go ashore—when we make a landing, not before."
"When will that be?"
"Keep your eyes open, and you'll soon find out."
The captain of the Victory turned away, leaving Nelson much nonplused. To tell the truth, our hero's head ached so hard he could think of little else. He walked over to a pile of rope and sat down.