"My name," said our hero, not liking the captain's tone, "is Charlie Codman."
"So you pretend to be wiser than your uncle," said Capt. Brace, looking towards the mate.
"He is not my uncle," said Charlie, boldly. If he had felt it to be prudent, he would have added that he had no desire for a relationship to Randall, but he knew that it would not be wise.
"Do you dare to contradict my first officer?" demanded the captain, with a frown.
"I am only telling the truth," said Charlie, undauntedly.
"Silence!" roared the captain, in a passion. "If he chooses to call you his nephew, you shall be so; do you hear that? I say, do you hear that?" he repeated, pounding with his clenched fist upon the table before him.
"Yes, sir," said our hero.
"Take care that you remember it then. Your name, henceforth, is Jack Randall,—at any rate, as long as you remain aboard this ship."
"How long am I to remain on board, sir?" Charlie could not help asking.