"Here!"
"Fire Nose."
"Fire Nose yourself, Mister Disorderly!" replied another refractory member, sullenly from the ranks.
"Well, let him pass. That's a cross-grained devil," said the captain, aside to Peppercorn. "I'll bring that chap into order yet, the d——d mutineering back hanger! Pass him."
"Screech Owl."
"Here!"
"That's a decent, good-natured Screech Owl," said Peppercorn. "Clapper Claw! Bow Legs!"
"Both here."
"They are all here, most comfortable Captain, all good fellows and true, and as ready to follow you into the belly of an earthquake as go to supper, it is all the same to them."
"Let them follow where I lead, Peppercorn; that is all I ask, said Habershaw significantly.