Rushing on to the open deck again as fast as I could, lest, under the impression that I had not heard him yell, he should do it again, I stared up to where he was leaning over the rail. I was in a furious rage. That he should behave with such insanity was madness. I was aware that Hugh Beckwith was not one of the wisest of men, which was one reason why I had volunteered to take his place as Mr. Stewart’s messenger we did want that five hundred pounds; but that he could have done anything so abjectly stupid as to stand up there against the sky-line
calling at me, I should not have credited.
I made signs to him to try to behave with some sort of common sense, and I will do him the justice to say that when he saw my gesticulations it did begin to dawn on him what an i***t he was. When I tur
