The carpenter slapped his victim over a few times on the deck before he reached the stairs to the main deck. Oscar could not stand this: he said it hurt, and he became comparatively quiet. His tyrant walked him down the steps. The boys on both decks gathered to witness the exciting scene; but no one offered to interfere, and no one spoke a word of comfort for the rebel.
“Will Orwell!” called the victim, when he saw his crony among the spectators to his humiliation. “Come here, and help me!”
“No, I thank you! I don’t believe in butting your head against a stonewall, and I told you not to do it beforehand.”
The carpenter opened the door of the ice-house, and thrust his prisoner into the dark hole, as it was when the door was closed.
CHAPTER XII.
CAPTAIN GILDROCK’S FIRST LESSON IN NAVIGATION.
Mr. Brookbine secured the door of the ice-house, and put the key into his pocket. The interior was ventilated for the benefit of the provisions that were kept on the ice when the steamer was on a long cruise, but there was no window or other opening which would admit a particle of light.
“What’s the trouble, Mr. Brookbine?” asked Jepson the engineer, who was the master-machinist and an instructor of the school.
“That is the most desperate young cub I ever happened to encounter,” replied the carpenter, as he proceeded to relate what had happened in the Goldwing and on board of the steamer.