"Oh yes, I hear," said Poole, "but I am in a state of mutiny, and I'm
going to ask old Butters to lend me his long line and hooks."
He moved towards the door as he spoke, but Fitz shouted to him to stop.
It was all in vain, for the lad closed the door and shut in the
midshipman's angry face.
"Gone!" ejaculated Fitz. "He's too much for me now; but only just wait
till I get well and strong!"