“All of it?”
“Every cartridge. Why do you ask that, Martin?”
“I happened to go for’ard afore my shift,” he repeated.
Wilson arose and stepped to his side.
“See here, if you heard anything unusual, I’d like to know it before I turn in.”
“My business is a-workin’ of this wheel, an’ what I says is we’ve gut a damned bad cargo.”
Wilson smiled. After all, it was probably only the constitutional jealousy that always exists between a seaman and a landsman.
“All right, Martin, only we’re all in the same kettle. Keep your ears open, and if you hear anything definite let me know.”
“Then I says I puts my chest agin my door afore I sleeps an’ I watches out for shadows when I’m at the wheel.”