Cappy sat down very suddenly.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “Speaking of money reminds me: What do you intend doing with that twenty thousand dollars?”
“Well, I thought at first I'd go into the shipping business for myself—”
“Skiffs or gasoline launches—which?” Cappy twitted him.
“But you seem bent on having your way, and Florry is making such a fuss, I suppose I'll have to give in to you after all.”
Matt stepped to the door, opened it and called: “Mr. Skinner!”
Mr. Skinner looked up from his desk by the window. “Well, sir!” he demanded haughtily.
“Murphy is not to be fired,” Matt answered.
“Indeed! And by whose orders?”
“Mine! I'm the port captain of the Blue Star Navigation Company, and, beginning now, I'm going to do all the hiring and firing of captains.”