“Looking around,” said Henry, still smiling as he thought of the change in the skipper’s manner when he should disclose his information.
“This is the second time you’ve taken yourself off,” roared the other angrily. “I’ve half a mind to give you the soundest thrashing you ever had in your life.”
“All right,” said Henry, somewhat taken aback. “When—”
“Don’t answer me, you idle young rascal!” said the skipper sternly; “get to bed.”
“I want to——” began Henry, chilled by this order.
“Get to bed,” repeated the skipper, rising.
“Bed?” said Henry, as his face hardened; “bed at seven o’clock?”
“I’ll punish you somehow,” said the skipper, looking from him to the cook who had just descended. “Cook!”
“Yes, sir,” said the cook briskly.
“Put that boy to bed,” said the other, “and see he goes now.”