“How’d you know I was in a fight?” demanded the seaman in a surly tone.
“Your face answers that question. Who was it?”
“The recruit?”
“Yes.”
There was a quizzical look in the eyes of the master-at-arms. That a bully of Kester’s reputation should have been used up in this manner by a raw recruit was somewhat of a surprise to him.
“What did he hit you with?”
Bill hesitated.
“What did he hit you with?”
“A deck swab.”