“Not a fight?”
“No, sir. That is, it was a boxing match on the forecastle. One of the regular set-tos. It was all regular and proper, but it was pretty rough, I understand.”
“Who did it?”
“Ordinary Seaman Davis.”
“The red-headed boy?”
“No, his friend.”
“You don’t mean to tell me that that slim youngster put a man of Kester’s build in such shape that he had to report at sick bay, do you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why, I thought Kester was known as a bully?”
“He was, sir. He will not be any longer, I imagine.”