But young Somers caught the stranger by the sleeve of the oily jumper that
Sam had donned on beginning his work.

“Do you know what folks say about me?” demanded Eph, with a significant
glare.

“What do they say?”

“Folks have an idea that, at most times, I’m one of the best-natured
fellows on earth,” declared Eph, solemnly. “Yet they _do_ say that, when
I’m crossed in anything my mind’s made up to, I can be tarnation ugly. I
just told you I don’t want the captain disturbed. Do you know, Sam Truax,
I feel a queer notion coming over me? I’ve an idea that that feeling is
just plain ugliness coming to life!”

Truax came back from the door, a grin on his face. Yet, when he turned his
head away, there was a queer, almost deadly flash in the fellow’s eyes.

Jack slept, uneasily, until towards the middle of the afternoon. As soon
as Eph found him awake, that young man brought the captain a plate of
toast and a bowl of broth, both prepared at the little galley stove.

“Sit up and get away with these,” urged Eph, placing the tray on the cabin
table. “Wait a minute. I’ll prop you up and put a pillow at your back.”

“This boat isn’t a bad place for a fellow when he’s knocked out,” smiled
Jack.

“Any place ought to be good, where your friends are,” came, curtly, from