's a measure of his temper," said Trask, who was
more annoyed by the mate's request than he allowed the Lockes to
see.

"I didn't like his looks from the first," said Marjorie.

"Oh, things'll get shaken down," said Locke. "But I'll give Jarrow
to understand that we don't want to hear any more quarrels."

Trask and Marjorie left their chairs on the lee side of the poop,
and leaned against the rail, the better to see what was taking
place forward, where they could hear Jarrow and Peth in quiet
argument. From their gestures it was plain that in spite of
Jarrow's pleas Peth was still obdurate.

Pennock, the man at the wheel, gave no sign that he had heard any
of the conversation aft, but stared over the top of the cabin
trunk, glancing aloft now and then at the sails, and watching the
compass. The crew were busy wetting down the decks, having swept
them after clearing a litter of rope and boxes.

Soon Captain Jarrow came back, looking red and flustered, his cigar
out and badly chewed. He made an attempt to light it, but gave up
the attempt and threw it over the side.

"I'm sorry to see this happen, Mr. Locke," said Jarrow finally, as
if he felt that he must say something to restore a pleasant status.

"You know I've half a mind to put back to Manila and throw him
ashore," said Locke, severely. "We're here for pleasure, Captain
Jarrow, and we can't have any such scenes. My daughter's worried."

"Oh, Mr Peth's all right," said Jarrow. "His bark's worse'n his
bite. He feels a little awkward with you folks aboard, that's all.
It was the old man scraped him."

"I've already chipped the old man about it," said Locke. "I wish
you'd let the matter drop. What did Mr. Peth decide to do?"

"He's set on bunkin' with the men," said Jarrow.

"All right, then, he can mess with the men," said Locke. "We won't
have him aft at all."

"All right," said Jarrow, and fell to pacing the weather side of
the poop, his hands clasped behind his back.

In a few minutes Peth came clumping down the waist and, calling two
of the crew, went into the main cabin. There was a banging of
doors, heard above the clatter of Shanghai Tom's chopping tray, and
then Peth went forward, carrying clothes under both arms, followed
by two men with his sea-chest.

The schooner was bowling along now at a good rate, marching away
from the land steadily, and making little leeway. Trask went below,
ostensibly to have his bag unpacked, but really to have a t