"What's that for?" Geoff asked, as he watched from the upper bunk.
"I'll give McNeal one more warning; then if he tries anything on me again I'll give him his," Latham threatened.
"No, you won't," said Geoff.
"Why not?"
"McNeal's right and you know it."
"Right?"
"Some one's got to be in command; the rest have to obey him."
Latham made no effort to discuss the right of McNeal to direct. "I won't be run like the cabin boy of a whaler."
"You won't have to if you do your part."
"You mean I haven't been doing it, damn you!" Latham burst out.
"Exactly!" said Geoff, and dropped down in his bunk, listening without rejoinder to the rest of Latham's remarks. At last the man threw himself into his bunk and put out the lantern.
Geoff, as on the night after his sister had declared herself before him, was unable to sleep in spite of his exhaustion. He lay awake
