"That is worth thinking of, though a raft would not do for a long
voyage," said Holdfast. "No, but we might be picked up."
"When the captain's party is awake it will be well for us to haul the
loose timbers up to a place of safety."
"Here's Clinton's trunk," said Harry, bending over and recognizing the
initials. "Here is the name, 'M. C., Brooklyn.' He will be overjoyed.
Suppose we take it up between us."
No opposition being made by Mr. Holdfast, the boys took the trunk up
between them, preceding the mate. They had just reached the summit of
the bluff.
"Put down that trunk!" said a stern voice.
Looking up, the boys saw that the speaker was Captain Hill.
The captain's face was of dull, brick-red, and it was clear that he
had already been drinking, early as it was. Naturally the boys, on
hearing his voice, put down the trunk in their surprise, but they
maintained their position, one on each side of it. Of the two, Jack
was the more impressed, having been one of the crew, and subject to
the captain's authority on shipboard. Harry, as a passenger, felt more
independent. Indeed, he was indignant, and ready to resist what he
thought uncalled-for interference on the part of the captain.
"This is Mr. Clinton's trunk," he said.
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