“Just you keep out of his way as much as you can. When a man gets as full as he does, he’s apt to be dangerous.”
“Thank you, sir; I will.”
Among the spectators of the scene just described, the most panic-stricken, probably was Montgomery Clinton, the Brooklyn dude.
After the captain had gone below, he walked up to Harry, whom he regarded with evident admiration.
“I say, you’re quite a hero. I was awfully frightened, don’t you know, when that big bully aimed at the sailor boy.”
“You looked a little nervous, Mr. Clinton,” said Harry, smiling.
“You were awfully brave, to knock the pistol out of his hand. I don’t see how you dared to do it.”
“I didn’t stop to think of danger. I saw that Jack’s life was in danger, and I did the only thing I could to save him.”
“I’m glad you’re not put in irons. It must be awful to be in irons.”
“I don’t think I should like it, though I never had any experience. You’d have stood by me, wouldn’t you, Mr. Clinton?”