“What’s the matter, Dory?” asked Mr. Millweed,
as he rushed into the standing-room. “Didn’t I hear a yell just now?”
“If you are not deaf, you did,” replied Dory, still gazing at the steamer’s light. “There is a row on board of the Juniper. The engineer is shouting for help.”
“What does it all mean?” inquired the passenger anxiously.
“I don’t know what it means, but I am going up there to find out.”
“Do you think it is safe to go near them?” inquired Mr. Millweed.
“I don’t know whether it is safe or not; but men don’t yell murder in the middle of the night without some good reason.”
“What can be the meaning of it?” asked the fugitive, evidently believing that the skipper ought to be able to tell him all about it.
“You can guess as well as I can, Bolly,” answered Dory. “Tim and the engineer are the only persons on board of the Juniper, and the quarrel must be between them. That’s all I know about it. But, if we are going to take a hand in this fight, we had better have some sort of weapons.”
“You don’t mean to take a hand in any fight, do you, Dory?” asked Bolingbroke, not a little alarmed at the announcement.