I only hope I may meet you again some time when I am off duty, and can give you the thrashing you deserve." "All right, my young mud-lark," replied the Captain.

"I'll give you a dose of medicine whenever you want it.

Now clear out of here, and don't let me catch sight of you again!" Ridge did not hear these last words, for he was already walking rapidly aft, filled with a tumult of rage and perplexity.

What ought he to do?
What could he do?
Was ever any one so utterly helpless in a crisis of such importance?
Not until he reached the extreme after part of the ship did a ray of light break upon the situation.

Then he caught sight of a yacht steaming swiftly into the harbor.