"Hullo there, Jones!" he called out.
"What's wanted?" came from the other deckhand.
"Come to the office, please."
In a moment Jones appeared. He was carrying a bucket of water and a deck swab.
"Now open that door," said Randy to Peter Polk. "No more nonsense, please."
"You are not wanted here, Jones!" cried the purser, angrily.
"You are wanted," said Randy. "Open the door. I want to get out."
Jones set down his pail and pulled on the door. Seeing resistance would be useless, Peter Polk allowed the door to come open. At once Randy stepped out into the gangway.
"I'll explain this to you some other time!" he called to the other deckhand, and then ran off before Peter Polk could stop him.
"Where are ye goin'?" called out Malloy, as he crossed the gang-plank.