“If he must go to sea, he had better go with you, sir.”
“If you will walk into the cabin, madam, I will show you our regulations,” said the principal, leading the way down the steps.
Clyde followed, apparently unwilling that a word should be said which he could not hear.
“I want to speak with your mother alone,” interposed Mr. Lowington.
“I’m going too,” persisted Clyde, after Mrs. Blacklock had descended the stairs.
“I prefer to see your mother alone,” added the principal, firmly.
“You are going to talk about me, and I want to hear what is said,” replied the youth, rudely.
“Peaks, remain here,” said the principal to the big boatswain, who had followed them to the companionway.
Mr. Lowington descended the steps, and Peaks slipped in behind him, fully understanding his duty without any explanations. Clyde attempted to follow, but the entrance was effectually blockaded by the stalwart forward officer.
“Get out of my way; I want to go down there,” said Clyde, in no gentle tones.