“Where's McGlory?”
“I don't know.”
“You don't know! Well, why in———don't you know?”
“I 'll tell you, Cap'n.”
“Oh, you 'll tell me, will you?”
“Yes, I will. Mr. McGlory was awful partic'lar about the first load o' stuff that went aboard, handled most of it hisself, and made us work slow, an' then he just naturally quit workin' and walked off without sayin' a word, an' so I an' the boys have been tryin' to hustle it aboard, like you said, without him.”
“Quit workin'! What right's he got to quit workin'?”
“I don't know, Cap'n.”
Two of the sailors, standing near by, had been watching their captain during this talk.
Now one of them turned away to hide a grin.