“No visitors in the steerage without an invitation.”
“I will have Ole;” and the skipper began to descend.
“Avast, my hearty,” interposed the boatswain, laying violent hands on Olaf, and dragging him to the deck.
Bitts, the carpenter, and Leach, the sailmaker, placed themselves beside the boatswain, as the Norwegian picked himself up.
“You may leave the ship, now,” said Peaks, pointing to the accommodation stairs.
Olaf looked at the three stout men before him, and prudence triumphed over his angry passions.
“I will have the boy yet,” said he, as he walked to the stairs, closely attended by the three forward officers.
He went down into his boat, declaring that he would seize upon Ole the first time he caught him on shore.
“Where is Clyde?” asked Mr. Lowington, as soon as the savage skipper had gone.
“He is forward, sir; he behaves like a new man, and says he will not run away,” replied Peaks.