“Listen to me,” Hegan called out. “What’s the idea of fastening us up? Can’t you take a joke?”
“Oh, yes,” said Jack. “Now it’s your turn.”
“Well, this ain’t funny,” replied Hegan. “Just you open the door, an’ we’ll call it quits.”
“Not likely,” said the boy. “I’ll open the door when we get back to Greenport and there’s a police officer to talk to you as you come out. Perhaps you can explain to him what you mean by turning me off my boat and smashing my cabin up.”
“If you don’t let us out I’ll break the door open and then you’ll have real trouble on your hands!”
“They’ll have some difficulty in breaking that door open,” said Rodney. “Meanwhile, look at that!” He pointed to the canvas which was again fluttering. “Pretty soon we’ll be able to sail back.”
“Not till this fog lifts,” replied Jack. “I’ve got a compass, but it’s in the locker down there. There she comes,” he added as a puff of wind swept over the sea. “This’ll soon blow the fog away.”
The men below had been quiet for a few moments, evidently holding a council of war.
“Jack,” Hegan called out at last.
“What do you want?”