“You are getting insolent, my lad, and insolence I will not stand for. Unless you control your temper I will order you to the ship’s lockup, and there you shall stay until we drop anchor again.”
He gazed into my face long and steadily, and then began to whistle softly as he turned and walked away. But a few moments later he returned and said:
“Who’s going to make good my loss?”
“Send me your bill,” replied Uncle Naboth. “I’ll pay it.”
“I think Joe stole the things,” continued Archie.
I called Joe to us.
“Did you enter Ackley’s cabin and take his cigarettes and mouth-organs?” Uncle Naboth inquired.
“No,” said Joe, looking at Archie and laughing at his angry expression.
“Do you know who did it?” persisted my Uncle.
“No,” said Joe, again.