old man Lawrence can't trust me, it is time we parted company!"
"I agree with you," returned the captain.
"Do you?" came with a sneer. "Very well. I'll close up my accounts and quit."
"You'll not do it just yet," put in Phil. He was pale, but determined.
"I won't?"
"No. Before you quit you must make an accounting to me of goods and money, and satisfy me, and also Captain Marshall, that everything is O. K. in every particular."
"Bah! Boy, who gave you authority to talk to me in this fashion?"
"My father."
"I don't believe it. Why, you are a mere boy—you don't know what you are saying. I'll close up this business to suit myself and leave my keys with Captain Marshall, and that will end it."
"Mr. Van Blott, you must remember that Philip Lawrence is the shipowner's son," said the captain, sternly.
"I don't care if he is. He has no legal authority, and I don't propose to let him drive me."
"Just wait a minute, until I come back," said Phil, starting for the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Roger.
"To my stateroom. I'll be back in a few minutes."
