The supercargo glared at the captain, and the latter glared in return. Then Van Blott shrugged his shoulders.
"As you please," he said. "But it is a strange proceeding." And he walked to that part of the ship where was located his little office. As he passed the first mate, he gave the man a wink and turned his eyes toward the cases on the deck. Paul Shepley nodded slightly.
In the office they found Phil awaiting them. Roger followed the pair, but Dave had seen the wink that was passed, and remained on deck, and a moment later seated himself on one of the very cases the stevedores had been in the act of removing from the ship.
"Ain't you going with them?" asked the first mate, coming up with a dark frown on his face.
"No, I think I'll stay here until they come back," answered Dave, lightly.
"Then please get off of that box."
"I am not hurting the box, Mr. Shepley."
"Get off, I say!"
The boy from the country did so.
"I believe Captain Marshall wanted nothing moved until he came back," said Dave, gazing boldly into the mate's angry face. "Perhaps I had better call him, if you are going to work again."
"Who said I was going to move anything?" growled Paul Shepley, his manner showing that
