And when we get to Australia, unless I watch my chance to skip out, they'll turn me over to the police." He could not sleep that night for thinking over the situation and was up and dressed before daylight.

Strolling on deck, he came face to face with Sam, who had come up to get the morning air.
"I suppose you think you have got the best of me," growled Baxter.
"It looks like it, doesn't it ?" returned Sam briefly.
"The game isn't ended yet." "No, but it will be when you land in prison, Baxter." "I'll get square." "You have promised to get square times without number--and you have failed every time." "I won't fail the next time." "Yes, you will.

Wrong never yet triumphed over right." "Oh, don't preach, Sam Rover." "I am not preaching, I am simply trying to show you how foolish it is to do wrong.

Why don't you turn over a new leaf ?" "Oh, such talk makes me sick!" growled the bully, and turned away.
A little while later Captain Blossom appeared and hunted up Dan Baxter, who sat in his state-room, packing up his few belongings.
"Well, have you decided on your course, young man ?" demanded the master of the _Golden Wave_.
"Do you mean to lock me up if I refuse to become a sailor ?" asked Dan Baxter, "I do, and I won't argue with you, either.

Is it yes or no ?" "I don't want to be locked up in some dark hole on your ship." "Then you are willing to become a sailor ?" "I--er--I suppose so." "Very well, you can remove your things to the forecastle.