“You did right, Mr. Merrill, but who was your comrade?”
“Must I make known his name, sir?”
“He was not involved in the affair?”
“No, sir.”
“Then tell me his name.”
“It was Mr. Perry.”
“That will do, Mr. Merrill,” and Mark saluted and retired from the cabin.
The captain still continued his cigar, until a second interruption came in a request from another cadet to see him.
It was Scott Clemmons, his face flushed from the wine he had been drinking.
“Well, Mr. Clemmons, you have just come off from shore leave, I believe?”