"I'll put it down on your head, if you don't get out of here!" snarled the wretch.
"Put it down, and consider yourself off duty here, for good and all," insisted Jack.
"Are you going to get out of here, or shall I brain you?" screamed
Truax, his face working in the height of his passion.
"Neither," retorted Captain Jack, coolly. "I command here, and you know.
Put that bar down, and leave the engine room."
"Come and take the bar from me—if you dare!" taunted the fellow, a more wicked gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Hal!" called Jack, sharply.
"Aye!"
"Call two or three of the cadets down here. Don't make any noise about it."
This order was called without Benson's turning his head. He still stood facing the sneak while Hal sped away.
"Now, I've got you alone!" gloated Truax. "I'll finish you!"