He rose with a scream of rage and rushed
at his opponent, but the mate's temper, which had suffered badly through
his treatment of the last few days, was up, and he sent him heavily down
again.
"There's a little dark dingy hole forward," said the mate, after waiting
some time for him to rise again, "just the place for you to go and think
over your sins in. If I see you come out of it until we get to London,
I'll hurt you. Now clear."
The other cleared, and, carefully avoiding the girl, who was standing
close by, disappeared below.
"You've hurt him," said the girl, coming up to the mate and laying her
hand on his arm. "What a horrid temper you've got."
"It was him asking you to kiss him that upset me," said the mate
apologetically.
"He put his arm round my waist," said Miss Cringle, blushing.
"WHAT!" said the mate, stuttering, "put his--put his arm--round--your
waist--like"--
His courage suddenly forsook him.
"Like what?" inquired the girl, with superb innocence.
"Like THAT," said the mate manfully.
"That'll do," said Miss Cringle softly, "that'll do. You're as bad as he
is, only the worst of it is there is nobody here to prevent you."
IN BORROWED PLUMES
The master of the Sarah Jane had been missing for two days, and all on
board, with the exception of the boy, whom nobody troubled about, were
full of joy at the circumstance.
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