Among the latter were Ferguson and a sallow, thin cadet named Bryce. The two were discussing the scene in low tones when Judson Greene slipped up to them.
“Well?” asked Ferguson, espying him.
“Everything settled,” was the reply, given guardedly. “I’ve prepared the stuff. It’ll work like a charm.”
“Well, have it ready,” said Ferguson, briefly.
As the youthful traitor glided away, he added to Bryce:
“I hate to dabble in such dirty work, but we must put a stop to this insolent attempt to give a show. That fellow Greene is a sneak and a scoundrel, and I wish Faraday would lick him for keeps.”
“After the entertainment is busted up, eh?” laughed his companion.
Ferguson nodded, and the two presently went on deck, the music and laughter and songs following them like a mocking chorus.