"No! I am not. Is that your game?"
"I didn't say it was."
"If it is, I won't join."
"No one has asked you to do so."
"Cantwell for commodore!" exclaimed De Forrest, in disgust, as he walked away from his companion.
In ten minutes he had told half of the officers that the secret society intended to make Cantwell commodore next month, and when his duties as first purser required him to visit the main cabin soon after, he revealed the momentous secret to Mr. Lowington.
"If this is a secret society, how do you know?" asked the principal.
"Wainwright, who is a member, said as much to me," replied the purser.
The second purser was called.
"I have heard a great deal about your secret society, Wainwright," continued the principal. "You have just had a meeting on the island?"