"Why the devil didn't you go home with the Volunteers?" asked the officer, angrily.
Jerry's lips trembled.
"It had got too bad by that time," he answered, at length.
"And now?"
"You can see."
The officer paced the deck.
"Who took care of that boy?" he asked, suddenly, turning upon Jerry with a snarl.
"I did," answered the latter, surprised into acknowledgment.
The officer went back to his pacing. At the tenth turn he stopped short, pivoted on his heel, and faced Burke.