think so," returned Phil, coldly. "He is not that sort."
"Perhaps you know him better than I do," flared up the supercargo.
"I know that he is a man who sticks to his duty, Mr. Van Blott. Something has gone wrong, or he would be back."
"As you please." The supercargo paused. "Well, it doesn't matter much," he continued. "I know what to do, and I am going ahead without waiting for him."
"You mean about unloading?"
"Yes."
"Would it not be better to wait until Captain Marshall returns?"
"No, it would only be a waste of time."
No more was said just then, and a few minutes later breakfast was announced. As soon as it was over, Phil called his chums aside.
"I wish you'd do me a favor," he whispered.
"Go ashore and try to hunt up the captain. He must be around somewhere. I will try to hold the supercargo back as much as I can."
Dave and the senator's son were willing, and in less than ten minutes were on the dock and moving for the streets beyond.
"Where are those boys going?" asked Jasper Van Blott, coming up to Phil.
"They are going to look for Captain Marshall."
