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“What do you mean by that?” the captain cried, as running swiftly toward the injured boy, he seized him by the coat collar, struck him on the face several times with full force, and then hurled him to the deck above. “I’ll teach you to spoil my dinner!”

Ned did not hear this last remark. His head had struck against one of the rail stanchions, and he lay unconscious, while the captain turned the vials of his wrath on the unoffending steward.

When the new cabin-boy recovered his senses he was in the galley and the cook was applying oil and flour to the blisters on his own face and hands.

“What was you doin’ when the captain came in?” the master of the galley asked.

“Nothin’ more’n you saw. I’d been to work all the forenoon, an’ only stopped when you wanted me to help set the table. I can’t tell what made him fly at me so.”

“It’s a way he has when he gets two or three drinks aboard,” the cook replied with a smothered threat. “One of these days he’ll try that trick too often.”

“Did he do anything to you?”