“Happened to go for’ard afore my shift to-night an’ I heard some of ’em talkin’. Didn’t sound to me like th’ sorter talk that’s good aboard ship.”
“So? What were they saying?”
“Nothin’ much,” he answered, frightened back into stubborn silence.
“They talk pretty free at all times,” returned Wilson. “They haven’t learned much about ship discipline.”
“I hopes they don’t act as free as they talk.”
“No fear of that, I guess.”
Another long silence. Then Martin asked:
“Where’s the ammunition stowed?”
“We had it moved the other day to the vacant cabins just beyond our quarters.”