Shepley, did you give orders to unload?" he went on, turning to the mate.
"I—I—er—did," stammered the mate. "You said yesterday we were to start first thing this morning."
"I did—but I expected to be here when we began. Mr. Van Blott, Philip Lawrence wishes to see you in your office."
"I haven't time to bother with him now," growled the supercargo. "Go ahead with those cases!" he shouted to some stevedores who were nearby, and pulling out his handkerchief he gave it a flourish toward the dock.
"Drop those cases!" roared Captain Marshall, his face growing red. "Drop them, I say!" And the natives who were carrying the cases stopped short.
"Captain Marshall" began Jasper Van Blott. "I—what do you mean by this—er—by this"
"I told you that Philip Lawrence wanted to see you in your office. You had better see him before we move any more of this cargo."
"Yes, but"
"I won't argue the matter, Mr. Van Blott. I was drugged last night. Do you understand? Drugged! But my mind is clear now, and I want everything on this bark to run smoothly. You had better go to your office, and I'll go with you."
