“He deserved to be killed!” exclaimed Joy, picking up something from the deck. “Look at this!”
It was a claspknife, open and ready for use.
“That lets him out,” muttered Blakely, grimly. “He’ll not suffer from too much companionship this cruise.” Raising his voice, he added:
“We may have differences with plebes, but we are gentlemen. Any person who associates with Sharpe hereafter is a cad.”
And Blakely’s decisions were always respected.
“Hurray!” cheered Trolley, embracing Clif. “You bully boy from backway. You do plenty for plebes to-day. Hurray!”
CHAPTER VII. A HAIL IN THE NIGHT.
For several days nothing of importance happened. Then came a storm and Clif was placed on the lookout.