"Don't forget, Truax, that I'm in command in this department," retorted Hal, in a quieter tone than usual, though with a direct, steady look that made Sam Truax turn white with repressed wrath.
"You won't let me forget it, will you?" snarled the fellow.
"No; for I don't want you to forget it, and least of all on this cruise," responded Hal Hastings.
"You don't give me any chance to—"
"Silence!" ordered Hal, taking a step toward him.
Sam Truax opened his mouth to make some retort, then wisely changed his mind, dropping back into his former seat.
The noon meal was served to all hands. By the time it was well over the mouth of the Bay was in sight, the broad Atlantic rolling in beyond.
The sea, when reached, proved to be almost smooth. It was ideal weather for such a cruise.
Then straight East, for an hour they went, getting well out of the path of coasting vessels.
"Hullo! What in blazes does that mean?" suddenly demanded Hal, pointing astern at starboard.