Simpkins and the scientific association came running aft.
"Simpkins," shrieked Prowse, "ketch hold of that geological chap."
"I dare either of you to touch me," said the geologist; "the first one that does, I'll brain him!"
He held the iron pin firmly, and looked desperate.
"Come and ketch hold of the wheel," said Prowse, in a choking voice.
"No, don't let him," said the offender, and a violent argument arose.
"This is perfectly scandalous," said the meek astronomer, "and——"
"We won't put up with it," cried the entomologist.
"I must obey orders," said Simpkins.
"Or I'll murder you," screamed the skipper.