“Not this morning, sir,” he said.
“Hah?” Chanler looked at him, looked at me, with alarm in his eyes. “What’s the matter? Eh? Whatd’ you know—what’re you so serious about? Out with it, Wilson? What is it?”
“Lookout Larson was swept overboard and lost in the dog-watch last night, sir.”
Chanler sank into his chair, actually relieved.
“Hang it! Is that all——”
“Good God, Chanler!” I cried springing up. “‘Is that all?’ Isn’t that enough?”
He looked at me, surprised and a little amused.
“Hello! Getting excited, Gardy? I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I didn’t think you had this in you, Chanler!” I retorted indignantly. “Didn’t you hear Wilson say that one of the men—Larson, a fine young man—was drowned last night, while we slept?”
He looked at me steadily.