The fellow hissed out an oath between his teeth and clinched his fist angrily.
“You’re too fresh, you are!” he declared.
“Maybe.”
“So I went up there to pump you, eh?”
“I reckon.”
“And what did you come down here for?”
“To pump you,” responded the captain’s son, laughing.
The sailor stared at him in utter amazement for a moment.
“Of all the swabs——” he began, but Brandon interrupted him.
“See here, Wetherbee, I’ve come here for a purpose. My father intrusted you with some papers for me (though why he ever did so I don’t see—I mistrusted your ugly face the first time I ever saw it), and now you are trying to play me false.”