“Where’s Wilson?”
Pierce’s face clouded.
“A dirty shame! Wilson’s laid up. Garvin’s gun went off accidentally when they were coming on board and the bullet went through Wilson’s leg below the knee.”
“Riordan?”
“He’s left in charge; yep. Chanler’s keeping him in his room to talk to. The nigger’s here, too. He had a row with Garvin last night and they left him behind to do scullion work. Simmons is sleeping.”
“Chanler?”
“He’s coming around. Cold sober, but shaky.”
“Dr. Olson?”
“Went back with Brack on the second trip. Brack had him take his case and a lot of stuff, too.”
“You mean that the captain came after Dr. Olson?”