“Steady!” said the executive officer.
“Steady, sir.”
“Avast hauling! Belay, all.”
By these manœuvres the ship had been kept away, and was now headed directly up the fjord.
“I don’t allow any fellow to speak to me like that,” blustered Clyde. “I want you to understand that I am a gentleman.”
“Go forward, Blacklock, and don’t make a row on the quarter-deck,” replied De Forrest, mildly.
“I’ll not go forward!”
“Then I must report you to the first lieutenant.”
“I’m willing to do my work, but I won’t be fagged by any nob in gold lace.”
“You are making a mistake, Blacklock,” said De Forrest, in a low tone, as he walked towards the angry Briton, with the intention of reasoning with him upon the absurdity of his conduct.