“Do you think I’m going to be catechised by such a young lubber as you?” demanded Captain Brandon, with an oath.
“You’ve served me a mean trick,” said Harry indignantly, facing the captain with his youthful form drawn up, and his face flushed with anger.
“Young man, do you know where you are?” said the captain, sternly.
“I am where I ought not to be. In the cabin of the Sea Eagle.”
“And do you know who I am?”
“You are the captain.”
“You are right there. I command this vessel, and all on board, and I won’t tolerate any mutiny;” qualifying the last word with an oath.
“You have no authority over me, Captain Brandon,” said Harry, proudly. “You have entrapped me on board this vessel. I am not here of my own free will, and you have no more authority over me than you have over the president of the United States.”
“You think I haven’t, eh?”
“I know you have not,” said our hero, firmly.