"How the deuce am I to find them?"
"That's not my business; you have your orders," said the clerk impudently. The office hands did not like the skipper; he was one too many for them.
"Are you running the ship, or am I?" roared Job.
"You have the honour to command the old tub, I believe."
"Then you clear out of it as soon as possible, or you'll travel down the gangway faster than you came. You shrivelled up young leek, how dare you cheek me!"
The clerk disappeared. He had experienced what the captain's temper was like before, and did not relish a repetition.
"The atmosphere feels cleaner now he's gone," growled Mac.
"We'll sail when we think proper, Mr. Macdonald, and I'm d——d if I am going without my passengers, Sharp or no Sharp."
Mar chuckled. He gloried in defying "the powers that be" ashore.
"Tell him we are short of coal. Inform Mr. Sharp that there is not sufficient grease on board to make a slide on the cabin floor, let alone to oil the engines. That ought to settle him."