said we might go to the captain or to anybody we please. He is going to leave the boat when we arrive at Tampa."
Without more ado Dick, Harold Bird, and about a dozen others sought out Captain Fretwood, who was in his private cabin.
"What is it?" demanded the officer, eying the crowd sourly.
"We have come to complain of the food served at dinner," said Dick. "It was so poor we could not eat it."
"Oh, the food is all right," answered the captain in an overbearing tone.
"No, it is not all right," put in Harold Bird.
"We paid for first-class accommodations and we want first-class food," put in Tom, with spirit.
"That's the talk," came from several in the crowd.
"See here, I am not to be dictated to by a lot of boys!" cried Captain Fretwood, angrily. "We are giving you good food, and that is all there is to it."
"It's a fraud!" cried Sam.
"A downright imposition," added Songbird.
"Our tickets read 'First Cabin with Meals,'" said Fred. "Those meals aren't good enough for steerage passengers. Unless you give us something better"
