"Yes, sir."
"What did you do with that tompion after you polished it?"
"The plug, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Why, I put it back where it belongs."
"Where, I asked you?"
"I stuck it in the gun."
"Come out here."
The gun captain led Sam to the outer deck, and, taking hold of the boy's arm, pointed to the muzzle of the seven-inch.
"Do you see any tompion in that gun?" he demanded.