“No fuss at all,” I responded. “I only want to be let out.”
“No doubt,” he responded, with a grin at his companion. “You’d like a breath of fresh air—eh?”
“Yes, I should.”
“But sea-air ain’t good for your constitution mister, so you’ll have to stop here. You’ve got a cabin all to yourself, so what more do you want? Perhaps you’d like a bloomin’ saloon?”
“Look here, my man,” I said, as calmly as I could, “just do me a favour and ask your captain to step down here. I’d like to speak to him before the farce proceeds further. You’re only obeying orders by locking me up here, of that I’m sure. But just tell the captain that I’m better, and want to have a word with him.”
Both men looked somewhat surprised.
“We were goin’ to have a look at you in a few minutes, and see whether you’d come to, if you hadn’t have kicked up such a confounded row.”
“Well, go and tell the captain I want to see him,” I said, endeavouring to smile.
“All right, sir, I will,” answered the man; “but I’ll have to lock the door again.”
“Very well,” I laughed. “Only don’t starve me, remember.” The situation seemed humorous.