“It is fortunate that you didn’t take all the stores, Mr. Holdfast,” he remarked, in a sarcastic tone. The mate eyed the captain steadily. “May I ask your meaning, Captain Hill?” he asked. “I mean what I say, sir. I think my language requires no interpreter.” “Then I can only reply that it would have made no difference if I had removed all the provisions.” “You appear to forget that I am your superior officer,” said the captain in a heat. “I had no superior officer at the time I ordered the removal.” “You have now, at any rate.” “We are not at sea, Captain Hill. The vessel is wrecked, and all distinctions are at an end. Now it is each for himself.” “So, sir, you defy my authority!” exclaimed the captain, looking black. “I don’t recognize it, that is all.” “You shall, sir!” retorted the captain, frowning. “You shall learn, also, that I have means to enforce it. I have nearly a dozen seamen under me, and you have only the boy, Jack Pendleton.” “Captain Hill, all this is very foolish. We are ship-wrecked, and have taken refuge on the same island. Instead of quarreling, we should help each other.” “So you presume to lecture me!” sneered the captain. Mr. Holdfast didn’t care to continue the dispute. “I am ready to help you remove what you require,” he said, quietly. “It will be well to remove as much as possible today, for we may at any time have a storm, that will effectually put an end to our work.” “Very well, sir; I am glad you show a better spirit.” The mate was both annoyed and amused at this evident intention to throw upon him the whole onus of the quarrel, but he did not care to reply. He and the two boys helped remove the stores, and it being quite early, by noon several boatloads had been deposited on shore, to be removed farther inland when there was a good opportunity. One thing Mr. Holdfast noted with apprehension. There was a considerable quantity of brandy and other spirits in the captain’s cabin, which he took care to have included in the articles removed. Remembering the captain’s weakness, he feared this might lead to trouble. But he did not take it upon himself to remonstrate, knowing that in the state of the captain’s feelings toward him it would be worse than useless. By three o’clock about all the stores, with other needful articles, had been removed, and there was a large pile on the bluff. “Captain, will you walk over and see my encampment?” asked Holdfast, now that there was leisure. “Lead on, sir,” said the captain, though not overpolitely. It was not far away, and a short walk brought them in front of it. “Perhaps you will feel inclined to settle near by,” suggested Holdfast. “No, sir; I don’t care to intrude upon you.” Eventually the captain selected a spot about half a mile away. Here an encampment was made, very similar to the mate’s but on a larger scale. “I am glad the captain is not close alongside,” said Jack Pendleton.