He waited until they had made a turn toward the mainmast, then he slipped into a dark spot near one of the broadside guns.
As they passed him on their way back he called out in a cautious voice:
“I say, Blakely. Look here a moment, will you?”
The two stopped and faced the speaker, Ferguson with an exclamation of surprise.
“Hello, it’s a plebe!” he said.
“Judson Greene,” added Blakely, not very cordially. “Well, what do you want, plebe?”
“I’d like to say a word or two in private,” replied Greene, nervously.
He cast a furtive glance forward as he spoke, and drew farther into the deepening shadows.
“A word with me? What about?” asked the big senior, coldly.
Judson hesitated and looked at Ferguson. The latter started to go away, then he stopped and said, significantly: