galley one of the men, whom Trask knew
to be Shope, hurled a bucket of water in such fashion that Doc's
legs were wet.

The steward said something which Trask did not understand, but
which must have been suitable to the occasion, for Shope took anger
at once, and advanced on the negro threateningly. But Doc ran back
to the galley, and his voice, raised in remonstrance, could be
heard as he expressed opinions to Shanghai Tom about Shope.

If there had been no trouble in the schooner Trask would have
thought nothing of the incident, and might have enjoyed it as a
harmless joke. But he saw that the crew seemed to be openly
antagonistic to all hands aft, for the others joined in open
laughter at the discomfiture of the steward. And what was more
significant, Peth and Jarrow saw what happened, but both ignored
it. The crew were evidently taking advantage of the relations
between master and mate, and seemed bent on stirring up fresh
discord.

In a few minutes Jarrow went below, without looking at Trask, and
from the set of his jaw Trask knew that his anger was growing.
Presently he heard Jarrow talking in a gruff way to Doc Bird, and
the latter's whining and conciliatory voice in argument.

"I don't want no back slack from the likes o' you," Jarrow said,
and Doc subsided.

Trask went around to where Locke and Marjorie were sitting, and
with his back against the side of the cabin trunk, sat and chatted.

At lunch time Captain Jarrow joined them at table, and made special
efforts to renew the good-fellowship of the schooner, chiefly by a
careful avoidance of any mention of Peth. He made jokes and told
stories and except for a wicked look now and then at Doc Bird, was
very jolly and agreeable, so that he made a decidedly good
impression on Locke and Marjorie. But Trask had some doubts of his
natural affability and was inclined toward the belief that Jarrow
was hardly so angelic as he painted himself.

Dinshaw did not appear at table. On investigation it was found that
the old man was in the waist boat taking a nap and he was not
disturbed.

Peth came aft shortly, and while Marjorie, Trask, and Locke played
cards at the cabin table, Jarrow and the mate had a long, low-toned
conference, which ended by Jarrow's coming down and going to his
room.

"Everything's all right," he said to Locke, with a vigorous wink,
and pointed up the companion with his thumb.

"You mean he comes back?" asked Locke.

"No, sir, he stays