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“Now, where am I to get my supper?” the fellow asked, sullenly.

“We don’t serve two meals at the same time on board this craft, and, in case you want to be carried to Nassau, I advise that you keep a civil tongue in your head, for the captain is no fresh-water sailor, to allow an old barnacle like you to back him down.”

Then the mate walked aft, and the rescued party began to discuss the situation in whispers.

“That’s a fine crowd to ask honest sailors for assistance,” Mr. Jenkins said, in a low tone, when he stood by Captain Mansfield’s side. “If this calm lasts very long, we are bound to have trouble with them.”

“Keep your weather eye lifting, and they can’t do much mischief. They are all a little the worse for liquor now, but when that wears off things will straighten out.”

“It would be serving the whole boiling lot right to set ’em ashore.”

“That would be inhuman, and, besides, neither you nor I care to say that we’re afraid of a lot of sailors.”

“You would be warranted in trying to avoid trouble, more especially when there are so many aboard.”