"
"That'll be about all of that, Mr. Theriere," snapped the
first officer, coldly. "I did not embark upon this theatrical
enterprise for amusement--I see nothing funny in it, and I
wish you to remember that I am still your superior officer."
Theriere shrugged. Ward did not chance to catch the ugly
look in his companion's eye. Together they gathered up their
belongings, descended to the office, paid their bill, and a few
moments later were changing back to their sea clothes in the
little hotel where they first had engaged accommodations. Half
an hour later they stepped to the deck of the Halfmoon.
Billy Byrne saw them from where he worked in the vicinity
of the cabin. When they were not looking he scowled maliciously
at them. They were the personal representatives of
authority, and Billy hated authority in whatever guise it might
be visited upon him. He hated law and order and discipline.
"I'd like to meet one of dem guys on Green Street some
night," he thought.
He saw them enter the captain's cabin with the skipper, and
then he saw Mr. Divine join them. Billy noted the haste
displayed by the four and it set him to wondering. The scrap
of conversation between Divine and Simms that he had overheard
returned to him.
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