affair, if they can," remarked Tom, when he and Sam were alone once more.
"I've a good mind to knock that mate down and take the pistol from him," said Sam.
"And get shot for your pains? Besides, if we took away the pistol and put him out of the fight, what next? We haven't any boat to get away in."
"Yes, but I don't intend to remain here a prisoner forever."
"No more do I, but we can do nothing just now. Let us see what kind of a meal we can make out of the provisions brought to us."
The prospect of a meal brightened up both lads, and they set to work with a will, and soon had coffee made. There were bread and butter and some canned beef and beans, and they ate heartily.
The mate sniffed the coffee, and remarked that it seemed good.
"Have a cup," said Tom cheerily.
"No funny work, boy," and Cadmus looked at the boys suspiciously. "No break like that you tried on me before."
"No, I won't run, honor bright," answered Tom, and then the mate took the coffee and drank it with much satisfaction.
As he set down the cup he gazed fixedly at both Tom and Sam for several seconds. Then he
