All things were settled for the night.
The next morning there was much work done in preparation of sailing that afternoon with the owner on board.
Patsy kept a keen eye open for signs of the things Nick expected to occur, for he felt that whatever did occur must happen before the yacht set sail on its cruise.
At twelve o’clock the man who had engaged him as steward the night previous, Moore, appeared on board and entered at once into an earnest talk with the sailing-master.
What the subject of their talk was Patsy was unable to discover, although he made all sorts of efforts to get within earshot.
Whatever it was, was not to the liking of the sailing-master, for he shook his head doubtfully over what Moore was saying. The other was persistent.
Finally, the sailing-master arose, saying in a tone easily heard by Patsy:
“Well, all right, I’ll do it. But I tell you, Moore, I don’t like it. There will be trouble for some of us, if it keeps up.”
“There’ll be no more,” said Moore. “The Mogul has his mind set on this and——Well, if we don’t help in it, some one will be out of a job.”
“And some of us take a chance of being in—somewhere else,” replied the other, with a bitter laugh.