"I've had too much. I'll be seeing things soon."
"Hillo! Dolphin. What do you want?"
"I came to know if I should draw enough grog to splice the main-brace."
"Do as you please. Go to the devil if you like."
The steward said no more. Leaving the two together, he hurried below, and entered the skipper's state-room. The spirit-room door was already open, and Kep was waiting for the men's grog. Dolphin opened a drawer, the keys of which had been left in it, and quickly and quietly possessed himself of a pair of revolvers and several ugly-looking knives. These he put in the pantry, and, returning, secured a hammer and chisel which were under the little chart-table.
That was all. The skipper came below and looked at him somewhat suspiciously.
"Been making your bed, sir. Shall you want some 'fizz'?"
"Yes. Ah! you know my little ways and weaknesses."
"I do," said Dolphin to himself.
The grog was served out, and, as usual, Kep piped to the crew while they ate their dinners. And so the afternoon wore on till within an hour of sunset.