“If I see you do that again I’ll heave you overboard, you miserable scamp. You have been ill treating Nanny and I’ll have the truth of it.”
“Pitch him to the sharks,” exclaimed Joy, also laying violent hands upon the shrinking lad.
Judson was badly frightened.
“I—I—didn’t do anything to him, Faraday,” he cried, struggling to free himself.
“Yes, you did, too,” spoke up Nanny. “When I tried to get on that spar last night, you struck and kicked me in the face, and did your best to make me let go. And you only stopped because you fell into the water. Then I helped you out.”
“We throw him overboard for that,” exclaimed Trolley, fiercely. “He no right to live.”
He advanced upon Judson so menacingly that the fellow fairly bellowed for help.
“I’ll do anything if you spare my life,” he moaned. “Oh, Faraday, don’t kill me. I’ll be your servant and——”
“Shut up,” roughly interrupted Clif. “We can’t execute you, you fool. This is no time or place for heroics. None of us may live another day.”
Judson crept whimpering to the bow of the launch and lay there huddled in a heap.