"We are going to carry it to
him."
"Do you dare to dispute my authority?" roared the captain, his red
face becoming still redder.
"I don't see what you have to do with the trunk," answered Harry,
boldly.
"This to me!" shrieked the captain, looking as if he were going to
have a fit of apoplexy. "Do you know who I am?"
"You were the captain of the Nantucket," said Harry, quietly.
The captain, notwithstanding his inebriated condition, did not fail to
notice that Harry used the past tense.
"I am still the captain of the Nantucket, as I mean to show you," he
retorted.
"Then, sir, you are captain of a wreck that has gone to pieces."
Captain Hill upon this looked at the fragments of the unfortunate
ship, and for the first time took in what had happened.
"It doesn't matter," said he, after a brief pause, "I am in command
here, and"--here he interpolated an oath--"I don't allow any
interference with my authority."
"You are not captain of Mr. Clinton's trunk," said Harry, in a
spirited tone. "Jack, let us carry it along."
This was too much for the captain. With a look of fury on his face, he
dashed toward Harry, and there is no doubt that our hero was in
serious danger. He paled slightly, for he knew he was no match for the
tall, sinewy captain, and was half regretting his independence when he
felt himself drawn forcibly to one side, and in his place stood the
mate, sternly eyeing the infuriated captain.
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