"Well, I see you had another run-in with the old man," remarked Van Blott.
"So did you."
"You mean about the cargo?"
"Of course."
"Well, I didn't want him to nose around too much," and the supercargo grinned.
"Afraid he might run across some of that private stuff?"
"Hush! Somebody might hear you, Shepley. What was your row about?"
"He laid the opening of the seams on my shoulders said I didn't inspect things properly at San Francisco."
"He seems to be getting harder than ever on us."
"That's it, and I am done, after this trip," growled the first mate.
"So am I—if I can make my little pile."
"That's what I mean. Van Blott, we must do it, too."
"I expect to, but it isn't going to be so easy as we thought. The owner of the ship has sent his son to watch me, and he and those other lads are rather clever."
"Pooh! you are not afraid of those boys, are you?"
"It isn't that. I'm afraid they'll discover something and take the news to the old man."
