"Get your hat and go up on deck. Do you hear me?" insisted Captain Jack.
"I hear you, but I please myself about when I do it," retorted the
Japanese, drawing himself up to his full though not very imposing height.
"Then you'll go without waiting for your hat," retorted Benson, his
patience rapidly oozing now. He started toward the Japanese, just
as Eph, hearing the sound of talking, looked in and down the staircase.
"Gunpowder and smoke!" ejaculated the carroty-topped boy. "It's little
chocolate drop!"
"Are you going up on deck quietly and in an orderly way?" demanded
Benson, a resolute glitter in his clear, blue eyes.
"I please myself," retorted Kamanako, defiantly.
At that Jack Benson promptly forgot the warning he had given Eph, and
sprang at the inquisitive steward.
"You'll go--" began Benson.
He was in error, though. It was he himself who "went." As he reached
out with his right hand to seize Kamanako something happened. Exactly
what it was the young submarine captain never quite knew. But he found
himself sprawling under the seat at the opposite side of the cabin.
"Hi, yi! Wow!" exploded Eph, darting down the stairs. "Save some of
that for me!"
It was ready and waiting.
The carroty-topped boy crouched low, resting his hands on his knees,
after the manner of a football player awaiting an assault.
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