"Well, carry on," rejoined the captain, paying no heed to the man's carefully-worded complaint.
"Unfeeling swine!" muttered the operator, as he made his way back to the wireless cabin. "Me carry on after sixteen hours' trick? Not much."
CHAPTER XXI
MUTINY
"HE'S safe enough, Pengelly," remarked Cain, indicating the stranded Bronx City. "Any trouble?"
"None whatever, sir," replied his subordinate. "Old Adams was as good as gold after you had explained matters."
"'Fraid we've missed the Candide, curse her," said the pirate captain. "We'll have to keep a look-out for something else. I've warned the operator. Well, take over now, Pengelly. I'm going to have a few hours' sleep. Call me if anything occurs."
"Ay, ay, sir," replied Pengelly.
Cain went to his cabin, locked the door, and with the exception of kicking off his shoes, turned in "all standing."