"And you men try to walk straight
for the future," he added in a calm voice. He looked pensively for a
while at the backs of the impressed and retreating crowd. "Breakfast,
steward," he called in a tone of relief through the cabin door.--"I
didn't like to see you--Ough!--give that pin to that chap, sir,"
observed Mr. Baker; "he could have bust--Ough!--bust your head like an
eggshell with it."--"O! he!" muttered the master, absently. "Queer lot,"
he went on in a low voice. "I suppose it's all right now. Can never tell
tho' nowadays, with such a... Years ago; I was a young master then--one
China voyage I had a mutiny; real mutiny, Baker. Different men tho'. I
knew what they wanted: they wanted to broach the cargo and get at the
liquor. Very simple.... We knocked them about for two days, and when
they had enough--gentle as lambs. Good crew. And a smart trip I made."
He glanced aloft at the yards braced sharp up. "Head wind day after
day," he exclaimed, bitterly. "Shall we never get a decent slant this
passage?"--"Ready, sir," said the steward, appearing before them as if
by magic and with a stained napkin in his hand.--"Ah! All right.
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