Sam stared at him blankly.
“I’ve got the money,” repeated the seaman.
Mr. Dodds’ colour came back.
“How’d you get it?” he inquired.
“I took it out of your pocket last night just to give you a lesson,” said Harry severely. “Don’t you never be so silly agin, Sam.”
“Gimme my money,” said Mr. Dodds, glaring at him.
“You might ha’ lorst it, you see, Sam,” continued his benefactor; “if I could take it, anybody else could. Let this be a lesson to you.”
“If you don’t grimme my money——” began Sam violently.
“It’s no good trying to do ’im a kindness,” said Harry to the others as he turned to his bunk. “He can go an’ lose it for all I care.”
He put his hand in his bunk, and then with a sudden exclamation searched somewhat hastily amongst the bedding. Mr. Dodds, watching him with a scowl, saw him take every article separately out of his bunk, and then sink down appalled on the locker.