“Say on, then,” said the captain coolly.
“We should like to know about that little keg of brandy. Is it being kept for the porpoises or the officers?”
Finding that he obtained no reply, he went on,—
“Look here, captain, what we want is to have our grog served out every morning as usual.”
“Then you certainly will not,” said the captain.
“What! what!” exclaimed Owen, “don’t you mean to let us have our grog?”
“Once and for all, no.”
For a moment, with a malicious grin upon his lips, Owen stood confronting the captain; then, as though thinking better of himself, he turned round and rejoined his companions, who were still talking together in an undertone.
When I was afterwards discussing the matter with Curtis I asked him whether he was sure he had done right in refusing the brandy.
“Right!” he cried, “to be sure I have. Allow those men to have brandy! I would throw it all overboard first.”