He brought his man Jenkinson with him.

Seeing me there, and not (I suppose) understanding that I was in command, he unceremoniously ordered me to go on the deck.

Indeed, he named a place much lower.

I made a sign of silence to the quartermaster at the wheel, who had released the spokes, and was going, I feared, to make some impertinent remark.

Jenkinson joined me presently, and said, as some sort of explanation of his master's discourtesy (of which he was manifestly ashamed), if not as an amende: "The governor is in a hell of a wax this morning." When we got in sight of Meleda, Mr.Melton sent for me and asked me where we were to land.